VOID OF SILENCE LYRICS

1. Human Antithesis

This is where the dream ends
Where the soul of every man and woman is broken
Where you carry your crippled children in hope of salvation
And you will lay them down to die
For salvation does not come
And the worth you have placed upon your life is finally revealed as nothing

Your weeping and wailing shall assuage no god
Let these words echo deep, deep into your heart

Cease your weeping and wailing
No one can hear you
No one can hear you

My words will cut your flesh like a knife.
For you shall hear them again
And again
You will hear these words again and again, and again

You can pray to God
You can pray to Allah
You can pray to whomever
He will not hear you

Your empty prayers
You embarrass yourself

Like some infected junkie
You're searching for a fix.
Your God is a needle
Your God is rusted razor
The filth in your blood
The filth in your vein

No machine will grind your bones to dust

This machine will grind your bones to dust
Like it has ground every generation before you
And only now the stakes are higher
And only now the machine runs faster

Children, I call you to war
Was it for this your ancestors died?
Was it for this the land was stained blood red?
Here and now we face the end of all things,
The final and the absolute.
Planting seeds within the nuclear generation,
Planting hope where there was none.
A hope that we may sweep all before us and crush their memory.

They say there is nothing left in this world worth fighting for,
Nothing left in this world worth dying for...

This is a lie.
There is so much to fight for, so much to die for.
There is one true enemy in this world,
Do I need to say it?
Do I need to stain the air with it's name?
Or to soil the page?

A father—he sees his children cry out,
And blind they flock, dead to the world.
He sees his women, wailing and weeping.
The mothers of all tragedy and I your brother, a broken man
I curse the day I was born.
I curse the day.

I ask, what price the martyred man?
Whose hand is turned by the grinding wheels of history?
I ask a simple question.

Who shall stand and who shall fall?
Whose deeds shall become song
And whose words shall become law?

2. Grey Horizon (MPH MMIV)

Do the months—? They change
and do the years—? They pass
it's felt like the same day
for the whole of my life.

I've had one of those dreams again
where all I can see is a grey horizon

no sun breaking the monotony
a dream devoid of colour,
and devoid of sound
where I am only greeted by blank faces without souls
We are grinding the gears of the grey machine
grinding the gears of the grey machine

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4. To A Sickly Child

You are a sickly child
Without the strength
To meet the weight of this world.

Where did we go wrong?
How did we go wrong?

What shall the solution be?

It is not for me to say how the sick shall meet their,
End yet they shall and they shall...

Let me take the air from your lungs that vapid poison
Let me be the finger on the trigger

O sick, sick child. My sick, sick child.
Please listen to me. Please listen to me.

Sick, sick child
Whose ills no mother's love could ease
Let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge,
So look into my eyes, child, and realise...
You are looking down a barrel of a gun.

Sick, sick child
Whose ills no mother's love could ease
Let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge,
So look into my eyes, child, and realise...
You are looking down a barrel of a gun.

Oh sickly child
Whose ills no mother's love could ease.
I am your sanctuary
I am your refuge
And look into my eyes my child and realise
What shall the solution be

5. Dark Static Moments

I feel like I've Been Going
Nowhere in my life for years.
All these empty promises,
Empty threats.
It was such a dark static moment when we met.
Nothing felt right, maybe thats why
I went so far, too far,
Beyond sorrow, beyond pain and beyond lust.

The empty silences in our forced conversation,
Trying to be what I cannot be.
I never felt so alone in my entire life.
So alone and desperate to be somewhere else.

What in this world can change me?
What in this world can rouse me from my sleep?

My eyes may be open, but I see nothing.
My mouth may be open but it is not words I am forming.
Not in any language that you can understand.
I hear what you are saying,
But it makes no sense to me, it never did.

How did it come to this?
When did I start, dead to the world?

The word is black and white
In my soundless dreams.
There is nothing that I can do, nothing that I can do.
So carve me up one last time
And leave me for the dogs.

I have no pity, I have no remorse
For these grey lines
That carve me up and sell my soul.
No remorse and no pity.

Oh, what is worth?
Is it worth your love
Or is it worth your compassion?

Every time I dream, I seem to leave it all.
Standing at some deserted train station,
I am waiting, I am waiting, I am watching
With and old timetable in my hand.

I am willing another cold morning in another city.
Or another sunset surrounded by strangers
I need somewhere to rest my head.

6. CXVIII

VOID OF SILENCE LYRICS