Seneca's Silence lyrics

Oh, it touches, itches, bites, and wastes the time

Trying not to be in love with what is mine

With sirens singing

All the big things that we hate, we cry about

Will turn to gold if we just leave them out

Then let's hope

His silence

Is with us tonight

I'll bring

The camera

Can you hold the light?

The dusty pages of the book that wakes the dead

Say don't hold dear the times that we once had

It's a pleasure hoping for the things to come

A little patience and the blood will run

Then let's hope

His silence

Is with us tonight

I'll bring

The poison

Can you bring the knife?

• Artist:Get Well Soon
• Album:Vexations (2010)