Dissertation: 14 — текст песни (Hot Cross)

The silence we`ve found always prouder than the voice you lost.

Clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath
like a heretic.

Finding a dream of salvation;

a hint of reality too involved for imagination.

This will be a tribute to the years we`ve spent building so much nothing,

a homage to our hands lost to empty sounds.

The loudest days hiding hopeless eyes;

looking for a lifeline but only breaking ties.

We are so many lifetimes away from the one we want to be.

Take your place and play the part.

Wear your make-up like a weapon.