Silence

They’re the soldiers, In the sunlight.
Kill the center of a man, Endless suicide.
By the night light, Infrared sky.
Is the holstered bridled child spinning around the flames.
Each is loved now, And all remembered.
For the mask they wore years before the future.
And the horse falls, In the smoke filled riot.
The center of a child grows a new disguise.
And where are the songs from the sane minds.
And where are the words from the sound mouths.
I can’t understand how they silence the voices.
That say no.
It’s a new day, In the old life.
He looks healthy with a tan on a white sheet.
Across the table, Where the blood dries.
Where infinity will greet these filthy confines.
And where are the songs from the sane minds.
And where are the words from the sound mouths.
I can’t understand how they silence the voices.
That say no.
That say no.
It’s a new day, In the old life.
In the silence, Of the abscess.
And where are the songs from the sane minds.
And where are the words from the sound mouths.
I can’t understand how they silence the voices.
That say no.
I can’t understand how they silence the voices.