Silent My Song

Eyes wide shut and I still feel the needle in my back

Cutting through my veins and spirit making me relax

I can't tell if I am living or just holding on

'Cause wicked games heeds wicked in us

Kick me 'til I drop



You silent my song

No fist is needed when you call



And you seek pain like it is pleasure

Like a work of art

When I'm your painting, I'm your treasure

Purest of them all

And call it love or call it murder

Kill me quietly

Close the door and take it further

Where no man has been



You silent my song

No fist is needed when you call



You silent my song

No fist is needed when you call



Silent, oh silent, oh

Silent my song

Silent, oh silent, oh

Silent my song

Silent, oh silent, oh

Silent my song

Silent, oh silent, oh

Silent my song



You silent my song

No fist is needed when you call