Текст:
Oh that I could scream
And the world would stop and listen,
And these scars could speak in volume
But who has ears to hear
Or eyes to see
Again I scream
But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence
Like in nightmares when ghost steal your breath
I pray that power be not in my words
But in truth that supercedes the mind of man
In our dead hope and our blind faith in means
That look to justify the ends
I feel a presence in the room
I feel cold fingers close around my neck
Without you I am lost
Let my eyes not fail with looking upward
And the world would stop and listen,
And these scars could speak in volume
But who has ears to hear
Or eyes to see
Again I scream
But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence
Like in nightmares when ghost steal your breath
I pray that power be not in my words
But in truth that supercedes the mind of man
In our dead hope and our blind faith in means
That look to justify the ends
I feel a presence in the room
I feel cold fingers close around my neck
Without you I am lost
Let my eyes not fail with looking upward
