Born to an air of apathy
Indifference shapes of fragile minds.
Questions formed at an early age
Beg answers unasked.
Silent cries
Behind curious eyes resides
A child who cannot speak.
Years find a mind alone whose
Questions flow too deep for words.
Covered in a shroud of silence
Watching the world go by.
Silent cries
Behind outcast eyes, hides
A child who cannot speak.
Time blindly races on
Towards the autumn years
Seasons unheeded pass
While we all drown in tears.
Questions unanswered remain
Alone they mourn a fragile mind
Silent cries
Behind lifeless eyes lies
A child who cannot speak.
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.