They say there was no sacred chord,

No king who played, no sound restored,

And silence ruled where music once had moved ya.

It went like this: a broken line,

No minor fall, no major climb,

A silent crown with nothing left to prove ya.

Silence, silence,

Silence, silence...

Your faith grew weak, the truth was cold,

You watched her fade — not bright but old,

Her shadow, not her light, is what pursued ya.

She loosed your hands from rope and chain,

Returned your throne but left a stain,

You spoke — but not a word was hallelujah.

Silence, silence,

Silence, silence...

You warned me not to speak His name,

But names are dust, and words the same,

Each breath a ghost that never could renew ya.

There’s emptiness in every word,

It doesn’t matter what you heard —

The holy and the broken both undo ya.

Silence, silence,

Silence, silence...

I gave my all — though none was asked,

I never loved — but wore the mask,

And truth, I only sought it just to fool ya.

And though the song has come undone,

I’ll stand before the soundless One,

With nothing on my tongue but silence, cruel and true, yeah.

Silence, silence,

Silence, silence,

Silence, silence,

Silence, silence...

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