Testo Silence

Betrayal.
wouldn't you want to know
when it all became your fault?
my conscience, or the consequence
somehow,
in the intensity of an hour
hello, halo
you're smile kills...
and why are we defending?
our right to be denied...
yes, I would want to know
when it all became my fault
of sensory,
sensuality, solitary and silence

feel the pain,
and whisper in my ear, I
understand why we become so jaded
and I understand why we ask so wasted
has failure now,
become such a blessing?


and do you thrive with your eyes glued shut?
and are you the addict-
is this really your life?