Stains, all aroundnI try to count and give them numbersnStains, without soundnSoaked in long deserted wondersnRemains, of fired roundsnThey keep a secret in their slumbernRemains, lost and foundnWe told the truth and then we stumblednnLet the splinters take the stand and wait for a rewindnLet them tell you all about the crimennI will be mute and let the numbness shout to you nownI will be mute, cos only silence speaks the truthnI will be mute, and fill the air without vibrationsnI will be mute, only silence speaks the truthnnBreak, what is wholenThen smash the parts into tomorrownBreak, a broken holenAnd fill the nothingness with sorrownnLet the void sound, hear it scream confessions in your headnLet the perfect emptiness embrace you in it's leadnConversate oblivion to see how it's combinednIt will tell you all about the crimennI will be mute and let the numbness shout to you now nI will be mute, cos only silence speaks the truth nI will be mute, and fill the air without vibrations nI will be mute, only silence speaks the truthnnI will be mute and let the numbness shout to you now nI will be mute, cos only silence speaks the truth nI will be mute, and fill the air without vibrations nI will be mute, only silence speaks the truth