The New Reality

You're so weak

A knife to your throat couldn't get you to speak

With my hand on your soul, I can feel your lack of anything

Now you have nothing to say

When your fingers couldn't breathe, I took the power away

Actual suffering, primitive pain

Wires in blood straight to the vein

Are you the hammer or the nail?

It's a slippery slope from what I can tell

The new reality says you burn in the fire

The new reality says your talk becomes stale

To the secret circle of a dream long dead

Let silence be your offering

To the old guard drowning in its own tears shed

Let silence be your

Let silence be your offering

Let silence be your offering