Disregard the afterthought No future lies dormant These black painted stars and faint leprous skies Peer out in scarred torment But how bitter grace dawns them Two eyes shocked and worn thin Without mention of past or future's requiem Torn from empty need Though buried by lips of recourse From light breaks a riven seed And calls back the throe of remorse The end of silence Inhales the fragile side The end of silence Reflects on what's been tied Hastened by the relevance Whose seconds are tripled in esteem Misshapen by regret But crippled to redeem A part that retires from mind One vague moment in time To covet a still life And relive some half sight Torn from empty need Though buried by lips of recourse From light breaks a riven seed And calls back the throe of remorse For all that's come The advent of all that's come And new words wrung With new words and riddles rung Atone the grief Intone for all the grief For self belief For the wages of self belief Embrace the absence Tune back and look inside At the end of silence No plea can be justified For all that's come The advent of all that's come And new words wrung With new words and riddles rung Atone the grief Intone for all the grief For self belief For the wages of self belief