You're so weak A knife to your throat couldn't get you to speak With my hand on your soul I can feel your lack of anything Now you have nothing to say? When your fingers couldn't breathe I took the power away Actual suffering. Primitive pain. Wires in blood. Straight to the vein. Are you the hammer or the nail? It's a slippery slope from what I can tell The new reality says you burn in the fire The new reality says your talks become stale To the secret circle of a dream long dead Let silence be your offering To the old guard drowning in it's own tears shed Let silence be your offering *** Thanks Deconimus for these lyrics