Sanoja: Rishloo. El Empe.

One more charlatan goes mute
Safe in these halls discretely
I hold out for the rare when the silence is golden
Beg to join me here
To late now to be
Self redeemed for all of these dreams that you've wound tightly
Remain enthralled as breathing stalls the course of your mind
And join the line to march in time right back to your flock
Hollow minds stalk rope-less gallows in turn to idle on immersed
Where eager eyes and sameness strangles concern and fashion murders worth
Hey you there on the outside
You there on the fault line
Will you save us from emotion?
Will you save us from the cold tide?
Fuck you, you fool with your hand me down views and you valium counterpoint bullshit excuse you wouldn't have a word if I hadn't said it first so cup your little seed and beg beggar beg
Beg until you cannot speak
I hold out for rare when the silence is golden beg to join me here or stay where you stand there to deny all your faults and beg to join me here
Peace now fool to trace your muse beyond the failing hand