Silence is the language of our love
It is the nexus of our disengagement
Like space is really the black between the stars above
Passion is the hope that fills each lament
Each moment forsaken of its sound
So very hard-hitting and profound.

We have not the parroting of song and phrase
Rather, I have but the lingering hopes of words in silence
And a knowledge that despite all solitude, stays
By no warrant do I have the license
To dream of that which we do not speak

By no reason or doubt that one can see
Can I say that you are not speaking
With me.

.High upon your wooden throne
you sit entrenched.
Your scalp covered with a crown of stone
to show you're hard-hard-headed.

Sing sing sing sing
For the Lady's heart
You know, know, know know that
you didn't stand a chance from the start

Mercy ain't a killing game
And it's not another word for power
It's just not the same
not even close
Try it when you're stuck
Knee-deep in muck in need of a re-
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