Choleradio Songtext
von Wounded Touch

If I could shatter and make
Mirrors of your eyes cast in fractures
The rows of dull faces could
Tarnish and fade
The unremarkable expressions congregate
In the glass shards
But they are the image now
And the words remain unsung
They will not sing
They have no voice
Only their stoic facade
They cannot sing


Their motionless stare
Like nails and razors
Amplifying the hope shorn desperate
They will not sing
They have no voice
Only their stoic facade
They cannot sing
But I carry the blunt instrument′s tune
And I watch the audience shatter
The audience shatters
The audience shatters
The menace of the mute chorus buries into the melody, so bitter now