Silence Circles کے بول

Itching palms turn into fists The stronger always blames the weaker These walls don't have ears A broken mirror doesn't flicker Itching palms turn into fists The stronger always blames the weaker Beloved ones are enemies A broken soul doesn't flitter Grey lives under a surface (Silence circles compel me to zip my leap) Days drowned in stigma (Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo) Like a snake that bites its tail (Silence circles compel me to zip my leap) Always with a poisonous kiss (Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo) Stop being a target Choose your destiny Put your finger on a trigger Because you can Word is your weapon Silence is your tomb Stop being a target Choose your destiny Keep your finger on a trigger Because you can Word is your weapon Silence is your tomb Silence is your tomb In this vicious circle, only pain exists When you've got in trouble, dissipate the mist Never turn the other cheek, bend the line Pull the trigger of your weapon, word is a sign Grey lives under a surface (Silence circles compel me to zip my leap) Days drowned in stigma (Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)