Silence Is Suicide - Simplicity of Construction

Why do we bleed ourselves for love?
Why do we do what we must instead of what we want?
Why do we fear the struggle? when we say we feel it everyday
When do we start to playing, and stop getting played?

Is it communist to think that you and me are equal?
Is my narcissism in full swing when I say I want the best for
Those I love?
Am I selfish to think I have the right to pardon another's pain
By taking myself out of situations where I hurt something to
Serve my appetite?
Am I against the will of God to say I only work for the word
Of love?
Am I cynical to believe, your the best thing in my life?
Cuz we'll march ourselves straight to death, believe half the
Shit these fuckers say
Am I naive to believe that revolution starts by saying No?

We could build a house made up of
All the things we cherish
All the things we've worked for
In the sensory assault called life
Take the sentiment and the venom
And make the best damn life we could ever think of
And find a little bit of redemption
In the simplicity of construction

Written by:
Gary Llama

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