Noises in the chest A silence that screams The weekend becomes a wound The face gets lost in the smoke of pain The body repeats what the soul begged in vain Terror that whispers in a familiar tone The ground gives way before it’s even known Empty promises in a shattered glass A forced smile in a silent looking-glass Terror that whispers in a familiar tone The ground gives way before it’s even known Who am I without the weight? Who am I without the flight? The night carries me far from my own sight Empty promises in a shattered glass A forced smile in a silent looking-glass Terror that whispers The ground gives way The ground gives way Noises in the chest A silence that screams The weekend becomes a wound The face gets lost in the smoke of pain The body repeats what the soul begged in vain what the soul begged in vain Noises in the chest A silence that screams The weekend becomes a wound