Get Well Soon - Seneca's Silence lyrics

Oh, it touches, itches, bites, and wastes the time Trying not to be in love with what is mine With sirens singing All the big things that we hate, we cry about Will turn to gold if we just leave them out Then let's hope His silence Is with us tonight I'll bring The camera Can you hold the light? The dusty pages of the book that wakes the dead Say don't hold dear the times that we once had It's a pleasure hoping for the things to come A little patience and the blood will run Then let's hope His silence Is with us tonight I'll bring The poison Can you bring the knife?