Слова:
Spoken Silent Voice

There?s a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It?s something I can?t see or feel, but I know it?s real. Touch me so I can see

There?s a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It?s something I can?t see or feel, but I know it?s real. Touch me so I can

the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars Wartime prayers, wartime prayers In every language spoken, For

navigate to rejuvenate Thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend, we stay silent till

most prolific writer Upon my death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100

penetrate your soul Is there anything that's dead in what is alive? You spoke the lie, I lived your lie Unaware of what was to come A silent whisper,

Safe in my own skin so nobody wins If I raise my voice will someone get hurt And if I can?t feel then I won?t get touched If no truth is spoken then

the song without verse? The sound, of the sound, of the sound Of the sound, uttered first With the burst into nothing so silent So silent and soft The

Buck 65-Square 1 (Some mumblinga?¦) Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through