You're so weak

A knife to your throat couldn't get you to speak

With my hand on your soul, I can feel your lack of anything

Now you have nothing to say?

When your fingers couldn't breathe, I took the power away

Actual suffering, primitive pain

Wires in blood, straight to the vein



Are you the hammer or the nail?

It's a slippery slope from what I can tell

The new reality says you burn in the fire

The new reality says your talks becomes stale



To the secret circle of a dream long dead

Let silence be your offering

To the old guard drowning in its own tears shed

Let silence be your offering