Listen to the piercing cacophony that falls from your tongue,
To your own beating heart in the bedlam and hum,
To the bellicose turmoil in the breaths of the young.
Listen to the requiem.
Show your face or perish.
To your own beating heart in the bedlam and hum,
To the bellicose turmoil in the breaths of the young.
Listen to the requiem.
Show your face or perish.
