The Suffocating Silence

Something's going on here – the object is uncertain

But I can see the makings of a sinister design

The bristles of the tightening noose are scratching at my throat

And in Shadows, whispered voices plot to take from me what's mine

The tension's ever-mounting, and the dam's about to break

Something's going wrong here – the lines have all been broken

In the shelter of our silence conflicts keep upon themselves

We both have our agendas, if only we would voice them

But the guilt between us widens as we keep them to ourselves

In the suffocating silence

attended by our dreams

this emptiness devours

In the darkness of desire

where nothing's as it seems

our demons lie in wait

For you and me

Subconscious acts replace the spoken word and we express with cruelty what we neglect to say

And everybody's shouting, but no one can hear

and our desperate ringing fills my ears

And we all know that words can kill

but their absence is more lethal still

Something's going on here... sinister design

The tension's ever mounting, the dam's about to break

Failing to discuss it could be our last mistake