The Strain

(альбом: Virus - 2020)

I bit my tongue for far too long
Salt hits the wound
I'm dormant but the night is young
No punishment deserved this crime
Patience can wait
The last thing on your side is time

Temptation reminds me
My weakness defines me

You lend an ear, I chew it off
You disappear to see how quickly we move on
To cut you slack is to concede
I'd face the facts but I don't believe a thing I read

The monster inside me ascending the ivory
Temptation reminds me my weakness is defining me

Maybe I'll never find my voice
Could I ever change a thing?
When will my signal turn to noise
From a whisper to a scream?

When did we make our peace, violence?
Grounds will bleed for those who heed silence

How can truth set me free
When we're still pretending?
All I need is to be heard
When you're talking over me

Maybe I'll never find my voice
Could I ever change a thing?
When will my signal turn to noise
From a whisper to a scream?

When did we ever had a choice?
Could we never change a thing?
Maybe I'll only strain my voice
From a whisper to a scream?