In the silance,
In the silance,
Every one hears,
The voices of angles.
Yet we are all,
Deaf.
In the darkness,
In the darkness,
Every one looks,
Upon the faces,
Of angles.
Yet we can not,
See.
In the place,
In the place,
We feel them,
Yet we are all,
Numb.
They blind us,
They silance us,
They numb us.
So we may experience...
In the silance,
Every one hears,
The voices of angles.
Yet we are all,
Deaf.
In the darkness,
In the darkness,
Every one looks,
Upon the faces,
Of angles.
Yet we can not,
See.
In the place,
In the place,
We feel them,
Yet we are all,
Numb.
They blind us,
They silance us,
They numb us.
So we may experience...
