The silent voice is stolen by time
The flickering back is engulfed by black
The weak dawn cannot be touched
The kite was hidden in the crack
Falling dream buried in the sky
Nor can the wandering nightingale sing
Is silence absurd
If telling is the shackle of silence
The false lies are punctured by the truth
Fuzzy answers captured by time
The friend of a sinner cannot decide
Peel off your last layer of profile
The silent shell has no place to dodge
I was born naked as the devil
Is silence absurd
If telling is the shackle of silence
Or confusion is a shrinking retort
So refutation is roaring silence
La la la la la la la la
The silent voice is stolen by time
The flickering back is engulfed by black
The weak dawn cannot be touched
The kite was hidden in the crack
Falling dream buried in the sky
Nor can the wandering nightingale sing
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