we feel from the soul, we fill in a role
It is from the deepest wounds that men have
the ones from the soul we bury them shy
It is from the deepest fears that men regret
the past, the future that we strive
Shameless minds begin to carry
resteless thoughts with no answers
Devoted days, devoted nights
breathless holes in their hearts
It's not the man, it's not the chest
it's the invisible silence of death
