The hands are frozen solid on the face of saving grace
Where infidels and harlots choose a blackened burning place
Silence screams
The echoes roar
Silence screams
Forevermore
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 the pressure in these spaces silence screams
The folly in our passions
The prisons of desire
The foolishness of bigots
Tinder for the fire
In bitterness and exile
As brutal as it seems
In the coldest darkest spirit
Silence screams