Silence (In the Place Where Heaven Should Be Found)

Dragged behind closed doors, turn a blind eye to the full picture
In a room full of mirrors smiling right back at him
A picture painted perfect of a web they once weaved,
Aligned with decline
Shattered glass on the floor to show him where
To place a thousand fine lines

One for your failures
One for your self denigration
And another for penance

Before him stands resentment, sour tastes and disorientation
Before him stands resentment, sour tastes and disorientation

Stray from the swarm,
Weed out the weak,
Embrace being the black sheep

Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.

Tear your letters into fragments
Shatter the blade
Untie the knot
Find allure beneath the skin again

Shatter the blade
Untie the knot
Find allure beneath the skin again