Carved from Dissociate by Caverns Of Pine

I'd sooner start a war
Than cage these words inside my chest

The cruelest triumphs live in silence
We're tying bells to sinking knives

A witness to the wounds kept fresh
Each time our gaze averts
They won't see you...

Crawl inside your shame
You start to call it home
Carved into your skin
Only way to really know

There is a comfort in pretending
Dig a hole and don't peek out

But when that dirt starts falling in
Who will hear your cries for help?

There are too few who will accept
Comfort's resolve can kill

There are too few who will refute
Such bitter promises
So ghoulish and routine

Crawl inside your shame
You start to call it home
Carved into your skin
Only way to really know

Will you hear this?

I'd sooner start a war
Than gild this silence

No way to escape unscathed
And I have not divined a way

I have not divined a way to heal
So I'll kill... so I'll kill...
So I'll try to kill the source

I have accepted that this is my lot in life
The only way to sleep when I'm hurtling through the night

If this silence can't be brought to sound then
Rest please find me now

• Rock
• Richmond