The grand silent system seems lyrics

Calling card has put to rest 

your orphaned opiate. 

Once more it is summoned home… 



Can you keep a secret? 

Is it a trial not to tell? 

Will you pass it on, repeat it? 



From the same mould we draw 

a common theme to all thinking, 

So bullet proof it for 

it is ripe for the picking. 

Absence is a form of closure; 

numbering the scores and tolls we court lament. 

Seldom built to last size the plaintiff 

while you’re down on all fours. 



Did you find being bought out generally 

turned bribes to weapons, 

redefine the cleansing taught to them: 

you’re the vessel. 



Cope, concentrate, come forth the simple things; bind. 

Hold kind, never concede, 

your worth is offering to guide; 

the lease will end in time.