歌曲 | The Suffocating Silence |
歌手 | Redemption |
专辑 | The Origins Of Ruin |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Something's going on here – the object is unspoken | |
But I can see the makings of a sinister design | |
The bristles of the tightening noose are scratching at my throat | |
And in Shadows, whispered voices plot to take from me what's mine | |
The tension's ever-mounting, and the dam's about to break | |
Something's going wrong here – the lines have all been broken | |
In the shelter of our silence conflicts keep upon themselves | |
We both have our agendas, if only we would voice them | |
But the guilt between us widens as we keep them to ourselves | |
The tension's ever-mounting, and the dam's about to break | |
In the suffocating silence | |
attended by our dreams | |
this emptiness devours | |
In the darkness of desire | |
where nothing's as it seems | |
our demons lie in wait | |
For you and me | |
Subconscious acts replace the spoken word | |
and we express with cruelty what we neglect to say | |
And everybody's shouting, but no one can hear | |
and our desperate ringing fills my ears | |
And we all know that words can kill | |
but their absence is more lethal still | |
In the suffocating silence | |
attended by our dreams | |
this emptiness devours | |
In the darkness of desire | |
where nothing's as it seems | |
our demons lie in wait | |
For you and me | |
Something's going on here – the object is unspoken | |
But I can see the makings of a sinister design | |
The tension's ever mounting, the dam's about to break | |
Failing to discuss it could be our last mistake |
Something' s going on here the object is unspoken | |
But I can see the makings of a sinister design | |
The bristles of the tightening noose are scratching at my throat | |
And in Shadows, whispered voices plot to take from me what' s mine | |
The tension' s evermounting, and the dam' s about to break | |
Something' s going wrong here the lines have all been broken | |
In the shelter of our silence conflicts keep upon themselves | |
We both have our agendas, if only we would voice them | |
But the guilt between us widens as we keep them to ourselves | |
The tension' s evermounting, and the dam' s about to break | |
In the suffocating silence | |
attended by our dreams | |
this emptiness devours | |
In the darkness of desire | |
where nothing' s as it seems | |
our demons lie in wait | |
For you and me | |
Subconscious acts replace the spoken word | |
and we express with cruelty what we neglect to say | |
And everybody' s shouting, but no one can hear | |
and our desperate ringing fills my ears | |
And we all know that words can kill | |
but their absence is more lethal still | |
In the suffocating silence | |
attended by our dreams | |
this emptiness devours | |
In the darkness of desire | |
where nothing' s as it seems | |
our demons lie in wait | |
For you and me | |
Something' s going on here the object is unspoken | |
But I can see the makings of a sinister design | |
The tension' s ever mounting, the dam' s about to break | |
Failing to discuss it could be our last mistake |
Something' s going on here the object is unspoken | |
But I can see the makings of a sinister design | |
The bristles of the tightening noose are scratching at my throat | |
And in Shadows, whispered voices plot to take from me what' s mine | |
The tension' s evermounting, and the dam' s about to break | |
Something' s going wrong here the lines have all been broken | |
In the shelter of our silence conflicts keep upon themselves | |
We both have our agendas, if only we would voice them | |
But the guilt between us widens as we keep them to ourselves | |
The tension' s evermounting, and the dam' s about to break | |
In the suffocating silence | |
attended by our dreams | |
this emptiness devours | |
In the darkness of desire | |
where nothing' s as it seems | |
our demons lie in wait | |
For you and me | |
Subconscious acts replace the spoken word | |
and we express with cruelty what we neglect to say | |
And everybody' s shouting, but no one can hear | |
and our desperate ringing fills my ears | |
And we all know that words can kill | |
but their absence is more lethal still | |
In the suffocating silence | |
attended by our dreams | |
this emptiness devours | |
In the darkness of desire | |
where nothing' s as it seems | |
our demons lie in wait | |
For you and me | |
Something' s going on here the object is unspoken | |
But I can see the makings of a sinister design | |
The tension' s ever mounting, the dam' s about to break | |
Failing to discuss it could be our last mistake |