Imaginations from the other side Far out of nowhere It got back to my mind Out of the dark Back to the light Then I'll break down The walls around my heart Where are these silent faces I took them all

She was the only one Does heaven have enough angels yet? Of my flesh and blood Now I have no calling I can do no worldly good I sit silent I sit mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak

He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet" St. Peter shaking his head I'm far away For nights and days Silent they I'm running It's like your voice I hear Into my face Keeps drying my tears

This beautiful tragedy This dying destiny Is crashing into me And this judgment day is drawing near And this confession is killing me again Take me away Come crashing into me Silent night Let me sleep away these memories within

I'm just a soiled dirty boy, Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading, Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face, Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me It's my

Every time you look at me that way It never fails Any time, any place This burn in me is the coolest thing that I've ever felt When you light those candles Up there on that mantle Setting the mood I just lie there staring, silently preparing

Sorrow swallows my screams My story starts the day they said "she can't be found" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down

At least we're underneath Underneath the same moon Shadows of the night Moving on the ground Like silent clouds They follow me around Tonight I stand in this lonely place I search the heavens For some saving grace

Trapped in my pain Fight to keep myself sane Tortured by these dark dreams Thoughts from hell arise Do I wanna let silence die? Kill myself to survive Silent I scream Silent scream

Nightmare, the persecution A child's dream of death. Torment, ill forgotten A soul that will never rest. Silent Scream Beaten and torn Guidance, it means nothing In a world of brutal time. Electric, circus, wild,