The Strain

I bit my tongue For far too long Salt hits the wound I’m dormant but the night is young No punishment Deserves 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 whisper to a scream When did we ever have a choice? Could we never change a thing? Maybe I'll only strain my voice With a whisper to a scream? --- The Strain - Haken