Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silent By, artist - Senser. Album song Schematic, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 23.05.2004
Record label: One Little Independent
Song language: English
Silent By |
| Theres a form in the path, bloated seed that you cast |
| It distracts as it breathes, from the cracks that it leaves |
| Gorgon screens, time congeals round the mind |
| Till I’m sealed, like a fly trapped in grease |
| Losing limbs, a metaphore for your land locked dreams |
| A cross hung, in dead air |
| Your gelatinous words will not penetrate there |
| Your consent is just a fiction manufactured to the letter |
| Protected from yourself by someone who knows better |
| Fate keepers, in constipated linear structures |
| Each puppet works a puppet, think you can ever stop it? |
| Crystalised my mouth dries, the gap yawns to the size |
| Of impossible loss and I’m fully transported and |
| Standing at the ice hacking at the surface |
| Forms loom beneath it a well that holds a timeless secret |
| I won’t sit silent by |
| Don’t you secretly sigh for |
| A way to bridge the dark and endless spaces |
| The void left by apathy and sucking need? |
| If each atom touches to every other |
| I’ll generate send the wave riding out |
| I am not buying; |
| you are trying my patience |
| Invest my mind in a sounder kind of gold |
| The yolk nourishing, here within lies a stronger hold |
| Bolder words unfolding a cooler, older, absurder version |
| I won’t be casting any worthless aspersions |
| You took my name and number from a gift list |
| Insist this is the cheapest, latest |
| Fortunes are attached, no risks asterisked |
| I am a seed carried high across the sky of infinite life |
| If I get stripped of my wings |
| I will be dropping headlong at a world so gone |
| Sponsored by, fixed the score |
| Blame who induced, introduced this meglomanic war |
| No cure-all preparation for a fundamental human flaw |
| And we still want more |
| A million gobs, all teeth, grief and screaming |
| Faceless tantrum, repressed fury becomes |
| Dead and doldrum |
| I cannot centre; |
| I’m hell-bent and burning |
| Open and undone expose the empty answers, someone |
| I won’t sit silent by |
| This war is bloodless and silent |
| Relentlessly tightened |
| Majesticaly subtle |
| Adjusting the totals |
| My reason and purpose |
| My body is worthless |
| Aware as if heightened |
| The subtext is fat |
| A gobfull of grease |
| And they like it like that |
| But im alive underneath |
| A kind of firewheel centre says |
| «The lies are obese» |
| I won’t sit silent by |
| This ain’t kansas |
| I recognise you |
| I think I can taste blood |
| I can’t feel my legs |