The Prophet - Shihad

You build it up

I tear it down

You are the silence

I’m the enemy of sound

I can’t keep hiding

Feel dead inside

I do my best to make you think I’m still alive

Want to feel engaged

From heart to brain

The world’s a mess

And I could care less

So let’s work it out

Let’s make a start

Feel more alone when we’re together than apart

Because you mean the world to me

As you know

We both want the same things, I suppose

From one soul to the other

We’re waiting to recover

There’s no communication

Two souls in celebration