The hand are frozen solid on the face of saving grace
Where infidels are harlots choose a blackened burning place

Silence screams, the echoes roar
Silence screams, forever more

With idiots and mannequins and charlatans in tow
Circus clowns and lunatics and ladies dressed for show
In a sullen field of chaos where dead men still have dreams
From pressure in these spaces silence screams

The folly in our passion
The prisoner of desire
The foolishness of bigots
Finder for the fire
In bitterness and exile
As brutal as it seems
In the coldest darkest spirit
Silence screams

You knew
You heard the truth
You understood
You knew what to do
To receive Him
Believe Him