Black Wave

Cold touch
Never felt the warmth of existence
Watching the days exhaust into hours
And then limp into minutes
Into seconds

Pursued, the black wave ever nearer
Like a dream
Running away in slow motion
But I gave that up long ago
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

Suppressed into silence
Suppressed into silence
Suppressed into silence, silence
Silence, silence, silence, silence, silence

View the world outside the same cold window
The black wave spares no shade of grey
The same people walk by, the same blank faces
In the same enclosed cell
With the same numb feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling

Suppressed into silence
Suppressed into silence
Suppressed into silence, silence
Silence, silence, silence, silence, silence

Suppressed into silence
Suppressed into silence
Suppressed into silence, silence
Silence, silence, silence, silence, silence



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Fleetwood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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