Calling in Silent

Here in somber
 A pale face of teenage waste
 Shuns the young
 And buries the exile six feet deep
 Freewill finds fury
 In ridicule
 And instability
 Force fed
 Half said
 This benevolent creation
 Love and loathe
 The fixation so endlessly
 Strip the pride
 Secured in egotism
 Clings to lips
 Spitting truth-absorbing agony
 Hold out
 Coercion will prolong the drama
 Held inflictions
 Beware of their return
 Courage bestowed
 In the stillness sits sedated
 Concealed when calling in silent
 Outshine
 Voiceless deliverance
 Don't come any closer
 Patience are wearing
 Left behind
 Intrepid tone of a cutthroat youth
 Left to find
 Ways out of torment
 Time passed
 First with engaging eyes
 Now scowled browed
 With the closed fist of resistance
 Grim days
 Sweating hours of slowed misgivings
 Spent cursed nights
 Mending memories from the blood that's spilt
 Voiceless people
 Eye for an eye
 Prelude to revenge
 Eye for an eye
 Prelude to revenge
 My war
 My way
 My war
 Boy mundane
 Knows where intentions lay
 Filtered infection
 The brink of self-destruct
 Unsung
 Invasion of unruly tongue
 Low stone cold
 Bearer of reprisal
 Eye for an eye
 Prelude to revenge
 Eye for an eye
 Prelude to the fatalist
 Outshine
 Voiceless retaliation
 Who is really the lesser of two evils?
 My war
 My way
 My war
 The kid still has his say