There are voices waiting to be heard...
Not a sound but the wounds ...
Placed in the mental card....
Where there are boards...
Boards alarming "No more Violence"...
No more time out of the darkness..
From the darkness where the wars...
Where the wars have awakened....
Have awakened...
Into the sounds of the night.....
All out of the sights....
Just breathless....
Just nothing else....
But a picture frame of the ones....
Of the ones we lost.....
Forming a riot....
Or a piot....
It turned into a twisted plot....
Plot twist.....
These words are cuts on our skins....
Cuts on our skins....
Cuts to the belonging sins....
Closed out the doors of the heavens..
When the mental wars began....
When the mental wars began....
Cries for help...
Cries of the outdoors...
Where our scars have dried....
In the Netherlands...
To the forgotten lands....
This is getting out of...