Silent Movie - Infected Rain

The air is heavy, suffocating

Imagine how tight I’m bound

I feel my demons celebrating

I’ve lost the fight against my Gods

I lose my faith and all my soldiers

The glimmer in my hopes is dead

I’m slowly burning in my sadness

The color of my dreams is red

My instincts overrule my judgment

The movie of my life is silent

My voice was stolen by the wind

Your tender whisper is my creed

I lost the lost spark of madness

My fingers are searching for a peaceful end

The strings of my guitar are soundless

I dream about your helpful hand, helpful hand

Help me forget these frightening moments

Help me see a colorful dream

Help me believe in a beautiful story

Help me erase the nightmares I’ve seen

Help me

The air is heavy, suffocating

I feel my demons celebrating