( Hammill ) No time now for contrition; the time for that's long past The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass So I only think on how it might have been locked in silent monologue, in silent scream. I'm much too tired to speak and as the waves crash on the bleak stones of the tower I start to freak ...and find that I am overcome...
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