Endless alarm
You surround yourself in endless shades of grey
When there's signs that it’s obvious to cut away the chains
When there's hope that it's easier pushing thread between the seams
It’s not silence, but is it close enough for you?
And sometimes it's easier to speak to no-one
When I counted these mistakes and I feel unchanged
A memory deeper than the sea, the mother of us all
With partial paralysis, the shadow turned his lips white
It's not silence, but is it close enough for you?