A fading force, a muffled yell, a question without any answer,
a stone you throw without seeing the wrongs that were made by (you)
Just let it slip, no need to compromise with the first thing that comes to mind.
A broken spell the end of good days, when I stopped pretending.
But you know better babe.
Just two floors down from my conscience lies a room with a crowd full of bones.
A subliminal voice, transistors turned out, just stereo something.
There's too much noise, there's too much earache, but I can't stand the silence though.
Put through a test, just do what feels right, trade me that ending.
Well do you keep searchin for something that can't be found
Well I do to, so keep out of my way.
Believe in me until I stand corrected
Believe in me until I stand corrected
Believe in me until I stand corrected
Believe in me until I stand down.
When heavens lie, and darkness weeps
A terror tale, for whom to keep...?
Can't stand silence
Can't stand hearing
Can't stand silence
can't stand anything
When heavens lie, and darkness weeps
A terror tale, for me to keep
When lost is found
And false is true then I can get what belongs to me...
Well do you keep searchin for something that can't be found
Well I do too, but at least mine is within my own reach
It's at arms length.
It's at arms length.
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