| Lyrics |
Alone at last, together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open, devoted to
Perfection (Through Silence)
What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming MORE
This story is old only to those who have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold but
What are we buying?
Nothing but silence
What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming MORE
Tell me now just
What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming MORE
Fold the corners, break the silence
Fold the corners just for tonight
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