Eyes wide shut and I still feel the needle in my back
Cutting through my veins and spirit
Making me relapse

I can't tell if I am living
Or just holding on
'Cause wicked games, these wicked winners
Kick me 'til I drop

You silent my song
No fist is needed when you: aaaah

And you seek pain like it is pleasure
Like a work of art
When I'm your painting, I'm your treasure
Purest of them all

And call it love or call it murder
Kill me quietly
Go close the door and take it further
Where no man has been

You silent my song
No fist is needed when you: aaaah
You silent my song
No fist is needed when you: aaaah

Silent, oh silent, oh Silent my song
Silent, oh silent, oh Silent my song
Silent, oh silent, oh Silent my song
Silent, oh silent, oh Silent my song

You silent my song, ah
No fist is needed when you you: aaaah