Keep The Silence by Immolation
drifting through life, the docile and faceless
our surface so pure, yet beneath it all slithers corruption
a peril so certain, this chasm grows wider and wider
avoiding frail edges... safely idle, holding your tongues
the illusion binds us all, rooted deep beyond control
never seek the truth or suffer condemnation
with eyes upon us now, we belive our voice will bring us down
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