Silence Circles White Ward

[Verse 1]
Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
These walls don't have ears
A broken mirror doesn't flicker

[Verse 2]
Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
Beloved ones are enemies
A broken soul doesn't flitter

[Chorus]
Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
Like a snake that bites its tail
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Always with a poisonous kiss
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)

[Bridge]
Stop being a target
Choose your destiny
Put your finger on a trigger
Because you can
Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Stop being a target
Choose your destiny
Keep your finger on a trigger
Because you can
Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Silence is your tomb