I can hear the silence
It's bloody deafening me
An empty sound, all around
At four and twenty three
I can feel the darkness
It's cloak enveloping me tight
No comfort or cheer to be found here
In this never-ending plight
Bus or plane
Car or train
I'm waiting for your roar
Break the chains
Of night's remains
My sanity please restore
Still silence, and still darkness
I'm captive in their keep
As I wait for light skies, I'll close my eyes
And hope that there is sleep
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