Violence for violence.
The silence's a science.
Making a noise:
That's a chance, that's a choice.

My tender voice
Is a drug for your ears;
My inner voice
Is not a waste, not a trick.

I break through the walls
Surrounding this small part of the world,
But the chains on my feet
Won't let me fly, won't let me be more free.
I want to be there,
Where the lucid light of love is in the air.
But I'm still undone,
And every move towards the sun just harms.

Breaking or necking?
Cracking or smacking?
What is the best
For the heart under test?

My precious life
Is not a blind for your crimes;
My righteous life
Is full of blooms, but you're deprived.

I break through the walls
Surrounding this small part of the world,
But the chains on my feet
Won't let me fly, won't let me be more free.
I want to be there,
Where the lucid light of love is in the air.
But I'm still undone,
And every move towards the sun just harms.