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Silence Has A Language

Exodhya

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Silence Has A Language

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Exodhya
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Lyrics: They built their thrones from broken names, And fed the fire with borrowed flames. A thousand tongues beneath my skin, To find the wound and drive it in. I walk through halls of hollow eyes, Where every truth is dressed in lies. I sharpen every breath I take, Still they wait for me to break. Let the weight descend, Let the heavens bend— I have learned to breathe Beneath the teeth. I will stand where the dead winds call, With the sky collapsing over all. Let them carve my name into the stone, I have learned to bear this war alone. But the deepest cut was never the blade— It was silence where a voice should have stayed. When they poisoned the air in rooms I left, You watched the fire consume my breath. I became a mirror they could hate, Reflecting every flaw they couldn't face. I chased the dawn through iron rain, They searched my shadow for a stain. Every summit hides a deeper fall, Every crown becomes a funeral wall. Still I drag this heart through the mud, Still I rise with rust in my blood. Let the vultures sing, Let the winter sting— I have worn the night And survived its bite. I will stand where the dead winds call, With the sky collapsing over all. Let them carve my name into the stone, I have learned to bear this war alone. But the deepest cut was never the blade— It was silence where a voice should have stayed. When they poisoned the air in rooms I left, You watched the fire consume my breath. Where were you When the knives grew wings? Where were you When the whispers had teeth? I asked for no crown, No saint, no savior— Only one voice To break the silence. But silence has a language. And now I understand. I will stand where the dead winds call, Even if I stand beneath them all. Let the wolves come hunting through the night, I will turn their hunger into light. You can bury every word you said, You can paint the living colors dead. But I am more than what you chose to see— And every scar became a part of me. So let the silence gather at my door. I know its face now. I feared falling. I don't anymore.