The hand are frozen solid on the face of saving grace Where infiels are harlots choose a blackened burning place Silence screams, the echoes roar Silence screams, forever more With idiots and manneguins and charlatans in tow Circus clows and lunatics and ladies dressed for show In a sullen field of chaos where dead men still have dreams From pressure in these spaces silence screams The folly in our passion The prisoner of desire The fooliness of bigots Finder for the fire In bitterness and exile As brutal as it seems In the coldest darkest spirit Silence screams You knew You heard the truth You understood You knew what to do To receive Him Believe Him