The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly
Twisted thoughts and frantic dreamsfragments left of broken ties
watching quietly as all things shatter
Watching through the cruelest eyes
Soon it really doesn't matter
How cold are the lies
So much colder after
Distant voices moan in pain
darkest rooms of blackest walls
The outcome is the same
Soon to die and soon to fall
never really make the game
bloody tears are after all
Twisted thoughts and frantic dreams
Things are never as they seem
The quiet voices are killing softly
-Spider
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