There's a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It's something I can't see or feel, but I know it's real. Touch me so I can see
There?s a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It?s something I can?t see or feel, but I know it?s real. Touch me so I can see
Vertaling: Gesproken. Silent Voice.
There?s a silent voice that surrounds me. Is it above or is it below me? It?s something I can?t see or feel, but I know it?s real. Touch me so I can
the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars Wartime prayers, wartime prayers In every language spoken, For
, if you leave me in the middle of winter Never to see the sun again Now that I am in silent suffering It's not right, it's not right In the voices
navigate to rejuvenate Thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend, we stay silent till
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty money Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty Money [Scarface] Now the whole neighborhood silent
most prolific writer Upon my death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100
voice I knew Covered it over with thoughts of you and I'll Never keep it silent anymore Silent anymore, anymore Silently think of a prayer for me Voice
penetrate your soul Is there anything that's dead in what is alive? You spoke the lie, I lived your lie Unaware of what was to come A silent whisper,
time to think I see the tip of my index finger My mind is slowly creating a link From your mouth speaks your lovely voice The softest words ever spoken
Safe in my own skin so nobody wins If I raise my voice will someone get hurt And if I can?t feel then I won?t get touched If no truth is spoken then
that watches the light-speed through And cries while the spirit stumbles The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent The voice can
the song without verse? The sound, of the sound, of the sound Of the sound, uttered first With the burst into nothing so silent So silent and soft The
with a message, born to grow Hear the sound Of chains now broken Love came down God has spoken Songs of hope Ringing through the sky On this not so silent
Buck 65-Square 1 (Some mumblinga?¦) Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through
