Dalszövegek
A Silent Fiction

have ended in tears Like a mole living in my chest Carrying my life slow away What if I could rip this tremor out What 'bout throw it into a bin Yes

Indestructible digging through the rubble Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot hot fiction Like I'm running a muck upon a

now, we can't do nothing I think someone else will make it right In your dreams you saw a steady state, a bounty for eternity Silent screams but now

that you have been screaming silently I know that you will find your peace Collecting the samples and counting the years Quietly plotting our fictional

wouldn't fight For someone else's war Could you hold on a second For a second someone's at my door Screaming hate is love And fiction is fact Honesty

An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the

we socialize And we awaken a brand new tragedy Wake up to the real me Recognize the face of the real enemy Shout it out to a waiting world The end in

kill bodies but you can't kill religion This is the truth and peace is the fiction In the land of the killing fountains And millions die with a silent smile Seven days a

/ sacred secrets accumulate dust, aggravate the eye. Incautious laughter after confession. Benediction ------- fictional fear Hidden faces ... Grace is a