Without a Single Sound
Without a single sound,
my voice is screaming aloud.
You know because you see,
yet you still turn away from me.
Would you rather not know?
Fine, pretend you're oblivious.
But when I die, you can't deny,
my blood is on your hands.
my voice is screaming aloud.
You know because you see,
yet you still turn away from me.
Would you rather not know?
Fine, pretend you're oblivious.
But when I die, you can't deny,
my blood is on your hands.