Testo The Faint

Your mouth is wide open Spit out hurried words Fade in rapid motion Before they were heard Your fingertips are numb Touch the cold of stone Speechless they're roaming Covering the unknown Your ears are never closed Hear the silence, the noise Cheerless they're receiving It's no question of choice The rebels got quiet They silently died The moon won the battle For the brighter light There is nothing for sure Just nothing that hurts You can keep fighting Or repeat some words