Echoes of Silence
Just don’t tell nobody what we do
Just don’t tell nobody what we do
Just don’t tell nobody what we do
Back room, midnight loom, illuminate
Show me the future I must face
It is all inevitable, reversible echoes of time
Creak reverb through chambered swine
All who enter are lost
All who enter are lost
All who enter are lost
Up and down the boulder rolls
Till it tore through the lion’s den
Chains shatter, fractured splinters
Littered across the land
A flower into a grave
Posted Mar 6, 2026, 5:30 PM UTC
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