Testo Silence

Is what I see real?
Order creates my disorder
I can't think, breathing is short
I feel nothing, I have anger that kills me
Is the end really the end?
The dark side calls me
The weak die the world is a competition
Everything repeats
The cold embrace of a disappointment
It warms my heart of passion
Where the pain goes

Bathed in blood and sorrow
Tomorrow holds no light
I can’t feel nothing but this silence
This silent mirrorspeech

Is what I see real?
Order creates my disorder
I can't think, breathing is short
I feel nothing, I have anger that kills me
Is the end really the end? The dark side calls me
The weak die the world is a competition
Everything repeats

Bathed in blood and sorrow
Tomorrow holds no light
I can’t feel nothing but this silence
This silent mirrorspeech

Bathed in blood and sorrow
Tomorrow holds no light
I can’t feel nothing but this silence
This silent mirrorspeech