Hope Is A Butterfly, No Net Its Captor, She Beats Her Wings And Softly Sings Of Summer Scent And Childrens Laughter (Virus Of Si

(album: Mandala - 2009)

Take a ride to find escape
She killed her past
For the future needs her
She told her lover to take her hand
For someone else's fear
She'd break her back no longer, no...

It's a virus
Of silence

Now get out, get out
The market place merry-go-round
Their mouths they move
But make not a single sound
All of our words are worthless wind
A loose lip sync
From a shell-shocked soldier
And when our fists bulge fat with sand
We wrap ripe ribbons
To fill our coffins full

It's a virus
Of silence

Are you living the life that you dreamed for now?
Or are you working working working just to survive?
There's a war that is waged
In the mind (it's forced inside)
Between desire and the roles with to comply
I met a woman
She told me her secrets (she said)
Do what you love
Cause in the end we only die...
And though the body may be imprisoned
Nothing can stop the bird of hope from taking flight

The someday syndrome epidemic screams
Confines our dreamscapes
In screens and picture frames

It's a virus
Of silence