Quiet Lines from Slow Burn by Life Hoax

Words burn inside, but never take shape
We look away when you call it grace
Through you and I there are quiet lines
Holding the weight; what we cannot face

Lay down the gun, bury the name
Something best left unsaid
No one to blame, but we feel the same
Wander through these nameless streets
See their eyes, feel their cold
A quiet grief that’s never told
The world is a dream and you’re still asleep
Try to wake up if you can

Stillness resides in holy space
I break your gaze and we lose our place
Quiet your voice, lines fracture slow
Holding the weight of things you don't know

The empty lie we both designed
Holding nothing, yet so tight
The guilt was passed like cigarettes
Burning slowly, lost in time

Still beyond reach, the quiet lines don’t meet

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