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Perfection Through Silence

Alone at last together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open devoted to perfection
through silence

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

This story is old only to those that have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold
What are we buying?
Nothing but silence.

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

Fold the Corners,
Break the silence,
Fold the corners,
just for tonight.
WHEN WEAKENED, WHEN WILL YOU RISE?!

what am I supposed to do?
Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

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