Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
calm. from within or without. our troubled selves how can the clamor. of sounds be stilled?. there is no void where. noices can collect. and be made mute. how indeed. can there be silence when
out of the void into the light. Out of the void into the light I'm a scarecrow man. I'm made of rags and straw. I'm paranoid. I can't see or feel or speak. I just hang I'm so tired, I can't sleep