| The silence terrifies us
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| We can’t stand the sound of our own voices
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| We are addicted to distracting ourselves
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| Anything to keep our minds from becoming still
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| What humanity truly fears is hidden in our insignificance
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| Our pride won’t save us from this discovery
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| Where our minds end remains existence
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| The blood of these questions will spill outside of our fortresses
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| Desperation is the blade we use to kill, and we kill the silence
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| To pacify ourselves to the point of self-denial
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| Terror comes when our egos reach their end
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| And we are faced with the problem of existence
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| I won’t believe that this is happening; |
| but there is no coincidence for me to
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| rely on
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| With the silence comes awareness — with the silence comes the fear
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| Your heart of stone
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| Give me my fix: for I can’t stand the silence, the terror drives me mad
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| For I won’t face the questions, this problem of existence |