Silent screams of mothers and brothers, sisters and fathers,
People in clothes that hide the ache
And those without who bow to those that have
Secretly plotting their downfall with passive rage.
The girl in the mirror stares at the glass but never beyond
For fear of losing hope.
The kings, the prophets, the dying and the smiling
All screaming inside while patently lying
That life is sweet and heaven is golden
Repent their perversions, saving their souls
From hell and fuck all
With backs to the wall
They'll all come to see, him, it and she
That screaming will always be silent to me.