I would rather suffer in sweet silent solitude

Deathly defying from drowning out

Filthy sound stumbling, ugly and cruel

Between the lips of your beautiful mouth Deep down within me words live in phases

Frozen and still till they decide

To melt and drag over the pages

And to that moment they live inside My words enjoy the feel of the paper

Better than mingling with your conscience

Once they get going pain ever waiver

And they slip in between your, your fans and voice When my words are hiding between lines

Then I'm afraid they won't hear me call

What if they fail me without a sign

What if they hardly surface at all Screaming and throwing your weight around

My word's just knowledge over politics

You can't kill my words, they know no bounds

My words are strong and they don't make me sad They still remain my only companion

Loyal and true to the variant

They'll never ever completely abandon

Ever give up the paper and the pen