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