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.