Mouga - Placebo Silence

I am ready to strive
keep my burning candle
prude as hell to make you sure
such unable to move
tugging at the heartstrings
dying away while you're speaking up

Hold your fire
this day I'm gonna cross the line
I'll cross that line

I was born to count dead hours of these days
pinning away at a holy pond
I was born to count dead hours of these days yeah
stealthily attend a chemical strike at tea time
to drown before I even see the shore
once again I have to say that's got to be the end
crossing out my name to feel unsatisfied
leave a great deal to be desired

Captive in a cocoon
at the centre of progression
a spectre from a silly tale
I was born to count dead hours of these days
like the Nomad drained of wandering

This is what I pay for
this is what I sell you all for
fury and submission
this is what I pay for
this is what I sell myself for
tender wheezing in your famous last words

Set me free cause we have to move
lot of things never learned on my own
save me from the sadness I concealed
to break a spell of being dead as a doornail
lie down here if you wanna hear my confessions
sit beside cause I'm not the only one
silence's worse than the worst truth

I am ready to strive
keep my burning candle
prude as hell to make you sure
such unable to move
tugging at the heartstrings
dying away while you're speaking...
If you're ready to talk
choke it off and hold your fire
If you're ready to move
take it all I'll cross the line
we'll be silent forever and a day
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