Silence (In the Place Where Heaven Should Be Found)

Dragged behind closed doors, turn a blind eye to the full picture In a room full of mirrors smiling right back at him A picture painted perfect of a web they once weaved, Aligned with decline Shattered glass on the floor to show him where To place a thousand fine lines One for your failures One for your self denigration And another for penance Before him stands resentment, sour tastes and disorientation Before him stands resentment, sour tastes and disorientation Stray from the swarm, Weed out the weak, Embrace being the black sheep Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment. Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment. Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment. Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment. Tear your letters into fragments Shatter the blade Untie the knot Find allure beneath the skin again Shatter the blade Untie the knot Find allure beneath the skin again