| Something’s going on here — the object is unspoken
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| But I can see the makings of a sinister design
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| The bristles of the tightening noose are scratching at my throat
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| And in Shadows, whispered voices plot to take from me what’s mine
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| The tension’s ever-mounting, and the dam’s about to break
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| Something’s going wrong here — the lines have all been broken
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| In the shelter of our silence conflicts keep upon themselves
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| We both have our agendas, if only we would voice them
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| But the guilt between us widens as we keep them to ourselves
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| The tension’s ever-mounting, and the dam’s about to break
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| In the suffocating silence
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| Attended by our dreams
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| This emptiness devours
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| In the darkness of desire
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| Where nothing’s as it seems
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| Our demons lie in wait
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| For you and me
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| Subconscious acts replace the spoken word
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| And we express with cruelty what we neglect to say
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| And everybody’s shouting, but no one can hear
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| And our desperate ringing fills my ears
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| And we all know that words can kill
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| But their absence is more lethal still
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| In the suffocating silence
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| Attended by our dreams
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| This emptiness devours
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| In the darkness of desire
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| Where nothing’s as it seems
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| Our demons lie in wait
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| For you and me
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| Something’s going on here — the object is unspoken
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| But I can see the makings of a sinister design
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| The tension’s ever mounting, the dam’s about to break
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| Failing to discuss it could be our last mistake |