"Nothing kills man faster than his own head."
~Twenty One Pilots
Please Stop the Silence
It echoes in my brain
And it seems to remain
It plays that sick game
And shows all my pain
As waves of thought take toll in my veins
The coursing river of regret and sorrow
Of mourning deep and feeling hollow
The river flows all night and day
Never slowing, never ceasing
The dam is broke
The flow is heavy
As though my heart were collecting tax levy
Oh please make it stop
Make some sort of noise
For I can't seem to stand this overpowering roar
That makes no sound but inside my head
It takes its toll to make me wish I were dead
The sound is so loud
Though in it no noise
No one will break it
I can't keep my poise
Please stop the silence it's killing my head
Please stop the silence before I am dead
Please turn on the music for it soothes my brain
Please turn on the music for it eases my pain
If I'm too slow
To grab my headphones
Before I go
It'll echo in my brain
And seem to remain
It'll play it's sick game
Reminding me of all my pain
So please stop the silence; it's killing my head
Please stop the silence before I am dead
Please turn on the music for it soothes my brain
Please turn on the music for it eases my pain
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That's Wrong
الشعرI feel _____. "That's wrong." I enjoy _____. "That's wrong." I love ______. "That's wrong." I believe ______. "That's wrong." When will I simply exist and they say, "You are wrong."
