Your mouth is wide open
Spit out hurried words
Fade in rapid motion
Before they were heard

Your fingertips are numb
Touch the cold of stone
Speechless they're roaming
Covering the unknown

Your ears are never closed
Hear the silence, the noise
Cheerless they're receiving
It's no question of choice

The rebels got quiet
They silently died
The moon won the battle
For the brighter light

There is nothing for sure
Just nothing that hurts
You can keep fighting
Or repeat some words