Silent Shout - Plastique Noir

I am a prisioner

In a dark jail called mind

I feel memories colliding against the walls

Of my brain

So many places and facts

So many faces in all around

Rotten portraits from a distant past

In cold chains

They testified my crimes

Nobody can hear the silent shout

Of another name written in the black tome

Of damned souls

Nostalgia is a trap

Undead voices inside my head

Unconsciously created for keep me far

From neurosis

Hallowed be the future

Uncertain chapters sang by the angels choir

A lost ship in the ocean of the chronicles

Of my life

Of my life

Walking through the factorytown

Nobody can hear the silent shout

Walking through the factorytown

Nobody can hear my silent shout