Misc Your Songs - Voidbass - silent
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Silent
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
IAmmagine a day where Fnobody speaks. The Gmeaningless sound is Fcut aCway.
The Ammusic of silence, inFstead surrounds us, and Gfor a moment, our Fmasks deCcay.
DThen the F#mquestioning eyes A7will at Dmlast be E7filled; with the Fdeath of Cyesterday,
AmOut comes the Fsun to Dmwipe all our Gsins from our Cminds.
[Chorus]
But Bsilence is dead, and Gmso are we. F#mCheers! To the death of huC#7manity.
The Bsong of my death, inEstead fills my ears, and aAway GI Cfly, C7singin'
[Verse 2]
AmDrop down from Heaven and Fsteal away my soul; GThrow me into silence where my Fhead begins to Csing
Of Amlove long forgotten, a Fmemory so dim; a Gsilence like no other: a Fsong that doesn't Csing.
But inDstead it F#mpulls you away from A7things much Dmworse than E7silence where the Fair begins to Cring
With the Amchorus of FAngels Dmsinging a Gsong of Csilence.
[Chorus]
But Bsilence is dead, and Gmso are we. F#mCheers! To the death of C#7silence, you and me.
The Bsong of our death, inEstead fills our ears, and aAway GI Cfall, C7singin'
[Verse 3]
AmDrag me back to Hell and Fstrip away my skin. GRip apart the silence and Flet the noise sink Cin.
As my Ammind begins to crumble and my Ffears fade away, my Ghead starts splitting open, my Fheart begins to deCcay.
My Dopen wounds start bleeding as the F#mlove finally dies. My A7head refuses to Dmgive up so E7I begin to Fscream.
But my CDemons and my Amsins cut aFpart my song unDmtil all that's Gleft is Csilence.
[Chorus]
But Bsilence is dead, and Gmso am I. F#mCheers! To a life where I am C#7free.
The Bsound of noise has Eleft my ears, and toAday GI Cdie, C7singin'
[Verse 4]
AmSilence is pain and Fpain is joy. So Gtie me up and Fset me Cfree.
Cuz Amsilence is a mirror that Fwe cannot ignore. This Gheart of mine is broken, arms Fempty and Copen.
So I Dsing my song of F#mdeath, of A7tears shed in the Dmsea; an E7ocean of silence and a Fmask that is no Cmore.
I've Amleft my heart in Fpieces Dmburried at the Gshore of Csilence.