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)