Closure at the end of this melody
Raging not-knowings
Strain
Nerve breaking's
End to end
Thought upon thought
Tranquility
Under the silence
Smiles
Grim
Loving the violence
Under the silence
Lives of where he weeps
Vultures feast
And infinity
Of the gone and dead violence
Under this silence
Corpses below the gray
Under his breath
Vultures feast
Of his death
Loving the violence
Smiles
Grim
Under this silence
Writhe of his world
Sought out serenity
But he's already dead
Fracture of light
Upon the gray
Uprise a red root
And unseasonably pray
Under the silence
Smiles
Grim
Loving the violence
Under the silence
Lives of where he weeps
Vultures feast
And infinity
Of the gone and dead violence
Under this silence
Corpses below the gray
Under his breath
Vultures feast
Of his death
Loving the violence
Smiles
Grim
Under this silence
This is the field of gray
Of where thousands of dead nerves lay
Where hate has been intoxicated
And love has been poisoned
And the melody of disruptive peace
Has formed it's tranquility
Serene but still -
The land of violent peace
And the melody will come to cease
