Holding her head she's walking the room to keep those voices inside from eroding her mind she opens a window to stretch out her head there the voices cease in silence, silence, release To free her voices she sculptures shouting heads plastered witnesses of her pain of her madness her cries for safety but her fellows couldn't read those One thousand shouting heads, for each voice one in my head and in my room and from time to time I open up a window to stretch out my head to ease my troubled mind in silence, silence, release Thinking those voices could once and forever disappear and leave her if she'd kept her head outside the window she takes the step outside into the final release into silence, silence, release Tourists took photographs of that bizarre piece of art her ultimate sculpture made of her wrecked husk made in… silence, silence, release Music: M. Testory / R. Hoffmann Words: M. Testory