The Strain -

I bit my tongue for far too long

Salt hits the wound

I’m dormant but the night is young

No punishment deserved this crime

Patience can wait

The last thing on your side is time

Temptation reminds me

My weakness defines me

You lend an ear, I chew it off

You disappear to see how quickly we move on

To cut you slack is to concede

I’d face the facts but I don’t believe a thing I read

The monster inside me ascending the ivory

Temptation reminds me my weakness is defining me

Maybe I’ll never find my voice

Could I ever change a thing?

When will my signal turn to noise

From a whisper to a scream?

When did we make our peace, violence?

Grounds will bleed for those who heed silence

How can truth set me free

When we’re still pretending?

All I need is to be heard

When you’re talking over me

Maybe I’ll never find my voice

Could I ever change a thing?

When will my signal turn to noise

From a whisper to a scream?

When did we ever had a choice?

Could we never change a thing?

Maybe I’ll only strain my voice

From a whisper to a scream?