Silence now is creeping much deeper than sound,
and all around the notes of my symphony drop
Let it out, heal the scars flake the wounds chase the sun
make the call, throw it all, go to sleep and dream on
For all I see is the blackening storm.
Will you be giving up when you can't strike first punch?
When you are blinded by the stars,
Just stop to think and realize
What may come WITH ease is the worst kind of trap
Delirious with false hope
Don't try to hide, come and face the light
Trapped within the webs of an endless regret
A memory of the person you once used to be
Let it out, heal the scars, flake the wounds, chase the sun
make the call, throw it all, go to sleep and dream on
And you will see that the skies clear on
Will you be giving up right before life's tables turn?
When you are blinded by the stars,
Just stop to think and realize
What may come with ease is the worst kind of trap
Delirious with false hope
Don't try to hide, come and face the light

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