Void of Words - Chapel Of Disease

I can’t speak

The tongue it just dies

And the throat

And my throat…

It becomes a tomb

A dry vault

Of emptiness

Yes in this void

In my void

In our void of words

Echoes

They shatter

Before they speak

And the throat

And my throat…

It becomes a tomb

A vessel

Of the unsung

Yes in this void

In my void

In our void of words

And as we stand side by side

We still seem to divide

Current from past lives

Still I look for you to hide

Beneath those raging eyes

No current — no past lives