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Silence


Silence
Do as i say
Become my voice
Ask if i may
Reveal to me my choice!!

Silence
Dont blame me
For things i do and say
And they don't shame me!!!

Silence
Take this burden of words
Off my shoulders
Make them your own
Of late in here its gettin colder!!!

Silence
Stop screamin'
Im busy dreamin'
Get back to work
Jerk!

Silence
Are you done?!?!?
Or is there more
Wat will you find
If you dig up the core

Silence
You re gettin prosperous
Day by day
With my secrets at stake
How much fortune will you make?

Silence
You better kill me
Before i kill you
I'd write you an obituary
If you write me one too!

:|

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