The hands are frozen solid on the face of saving grace
Infidels and harlots in a blackened burning place
Silence screams, the echoes roar
Silence screams, forever more
With idiots and mannequins and charlatans in tow
Circus clowns and lunatics and ladies dressed for show
In a sullen field of chaos where dead men still have dreams
From pressure in these spaces silence screams
The folly in our passion
The prisoners of desire
The foolishness of bigots
Fodder for the fire
In bitterness and exile
As brutal as it seems
In the coldest darkest spirit
Silence screams
"Silence Screams"
--Rez Band
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