The fall of quieter
Lies primed and just above
Looks like it's wicked enough
To fall with force
But when does quiet come any more harder
Quiet come
'Cause you can show me you can be quite content to live it
Never questioning anyone, anything coming within it
You pour your scorn, I swear there's a limit
Long days of grinding habit
Wheels keep dragging my Gibson whispers nothings to me
Those days I pine for silence
Fallen quiet
Just isn't loud enough
Some woman whining outwards
Just don't add up when all is deep in cold hell
And I mean trouble when I'm intolerable
Uncontrollable, inconsolable
I will try, I will try anything possible
To free the scheme of all these
Long days of grinding habit
Wheels keep dragging my Gibson whispers nothings to me
Those days I pine for silence
Fallen quiet
Won't come any more harder
Quiet come
Quiet come
Quiet come
Quiet
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