I cant hear the beat of drums,
But the silence always hums
From the graveyard full of tombs.
Where the patient dead lie
Awaiting resurrection, why?
The countless hopes that always die,.
But the loop plays on,
Long after the parties gone,
And way beyond.
You got the questions,
I got the lies.
Tell me what you know,
How do feelings grow?
Now give me a show
Of the mundanity,
The banality,
The whispering finality.
So soft, words barely spoken.
Now memories are brocken.
And my heart has awoken.
You ask the questions,
I tell the lies.