practicing the silence muting all the sounds you hear somones getting violent
  cutting off all the ends you steal signs of forward progress still wrapped
  tight inside and sealed free me from this madness and ill never look back to
  heal silence in your sleep and people they are weak im cutting all
  connections that led u two to speak
    death is a disease and people they believe almost out of time i said your
  underlined
    practicing the silence underlined from all your pain slowly slipping backwards
  calling out gods name in vain signs of forward progress chanting that youre
  almost free you whispered to me and told me that your life wasnt me
    another day and another weak which type of death is a disease your so damn
  blind and so am i your underlined turn away......