Can you hear the silence we fill this room with? These are the noises you will
never make, the melody for a deaf audience.
And I feel so naive to have believed in you and your so-called innocence. I
was wrong. These are the thoughts you'll fight forever.
Can you hear the silence and your comforting pa**ivity? These are the words
you'll never hear, the message you will never get. Wasting what is left.
Spitting my blood to the face of humanity. Wasting what is left. I said it
before and I'll say it again.
And I feel so naive to have believed in you and your so-called innocence. I
was wrong. Trying so hard to reach you; all in vain. Useless.
Wasting my time on your polluted mind. These are the noises you'll never make.
The melody for a deaf audience. Comforting yourself in a pa**ivity.
The revolt you will never endorse. In the end, I said if before and I'll say
it again: we're better off dead.