A painted promise - A smokescreen dream
It wasn't all we thought it'd be
A fortune made - when we betrayed
The faith we'd placed in our blind belief
We were once close as blood
Yeah...
Locked inside - pride's prison cells
Separately suffering for our sins
Well, the seasons changed - but the chill remains
A karmic debt keeps us siamese twins
Until it's said, nothing's done
Chorus:
The silence is broken
And that we have spoken
Don't turn away
I know we can change
A quickening - A bitter end
Come what may, something must be said
This reckoning - Should be deafening
Instead of pregnant tranquility
The rebirth has begun
Chorus
Emancipation lives and breathes
In the words one should but never speaks
Communication can end this speculation