I’ll add noise to the quiet, until a riot hides the still small voice
Don’t listen when it’s spoken, leaving it broken but there’s still a choice
Tuning out all the sound, to avoid being drown by a song of many waters
But there’s still a repeating, a cry of bleating of a lamb lead to the slaughter
Going against the guidance
In the times of silence I scream the loudest
I’m screaming out
I’ll add noise to the quiet, until a riot hides the still small voice
Don’t listen when it’s spoken, leaving it broken but there’s still a choice
Tuning out all the sound, to avoid being drown by a song of many waters
But there’s still a repeating, a sound of bleating of a lamb lead to the slaughter
Going against the guidance
In the times of silence I scream the loudest
I’m screaming out
Echoes reverberating, whispers to screams
Distort the understanding from what it seems
Amplify what is pleasing, compress what’s true
Frequencies stays familiar, no tones are new
Echoes reverberating, whispers to screams
Distort the understanding from what it seems
Going against the guidance
When there’s times of silence I scream the loudest
When there’s times of silence I scream the loudest
I’m screaming out
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