Silence Circles

Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
These walls don't have ears
A broken mirror doesn't flicker

Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
Beloved ones are enemies
A broken soul doesn't flitter

Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
Like a snake that bites its tail
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Always with a poisonous kiss
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)

Stop being a target
Choose your destiny
Put your finger on a trigger
Because you can

Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Stop being a target
Choose your destiny

Keep your finger on a trigger
Because you can
Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Silence is your tomb

In this vicious circle, only pain exists
When you've got in trouble, dissipate the mist
Never turn the other cheek, bend the line
Pull the trigger of your weapon, word is a sign

Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)