Texty písní A Broken Silence

A Broken Silence

Closing The Door

VERSE 1

We gain benefits, from a nemesis, we brought that harder edge to the

penmanship, this is a renaissance, a genesis, see every breath brings you

pestilence, to ridicule and finish you, cause none of These threats are

subliminal, we not criminals but we sinners too and patience that’s left is

so minuscule. It's been a few and we let it slide but friendships are not

standing the test of time, can't hit rewind, so be set to find consequence

as we sever ties, to hold a grudge is a potent drug, a total buzz (so smoke

it up) cause motives was so corrupt, such phony fucks gone and blown the

trust. So we closing up...

HOOK

(Cactus) You find pleasure in tearing down all that we burn for but I found

freedom in closing the door

(Torcha) Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up

VERSE 2

We're militant with diligence our innocence killed by the villainous, to

build again is real revenge, take your thirty peace’s of silver man.

Middleman with little scams that give your kicks like a river dance, we

killed your plans of milking bands, fuck a deal now we deal with a million

fans. Our enterprise, re-energized, truth serum is piled in this pen of

mine, verify men from mice, from venomous smiles and pathetic lies. Like

Gemini’s with many sides , there energy spent where the pennies lye,

imbedding spines with machete knives, now for attempts we be very wise.

Identified.. They identified

HOOK

(Cactus) You find pleasure in tearing down all that we burn for but I found

freedom in closing the door

(Torcha) Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up

BRIDGE

Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine

Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine

Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine

Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine

Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine

Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine

HOOK

(Cactus) You find pleasure in tearing down all that we burn for but I found

freedom in closing the door

(Torcha) Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up, we’re

closing it up.

Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up, we’re closing

it up. Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up, we’re

closing it up.