The hands are frozen solid on the face of saving grace Where infidels and harlots choose a blackened burning place
Silence screams The echoes roar Silence screams Forevermore
With idiots and mannequins and charlatans in tow Circus clowns and lunatics and ladies dressed for show In a sullen field of chaos where dead men still have dreams From the pressure in these spaces silence screams
The folly in our passions The prisons of desire The foolishness of bigots Tinder for the fire In bitterness and exile As brutal as it seems In the coldest darkest spirit Silence screams