Abstinence of voice, overdose of ideas
Silence is a veil, but the mind is a labyrinth
Each idea is a fire that consumes time,
What I don't say consumes me inside.
Abstinence of voice, overdose of ideas
Silence is a veil, but the mind is a labyrinth
Each idea is a fire that consumes time,
What I don't say consumes me inside.
And I sail this sea without a paddle, without direction.
Quiet to feel, think to overflow.
Silence is the cradle of a restless mind
I am what I haven't said, what I'm not going to say.
A volcano of ideas under a cloak of madness.
Quiet to feel, think to overflow
Abstinence of voice, overdose of idea
