Silent sound from theorem by theorem

I think you lost your voice girl
So many words you want to hurl
The drama of life is going on boy
Is this fear you want to buy ?
There’s a wolf inside
Your sick mind
You’re trying hard to hide
The pleasure of your crime

Everything is fine
Everyone on time
Empty books for the blind
Nothing much else to find


You wish you could wake up child
So lonely and petrified
Someone is coming at the door, son
Why don’t you start to run
There’s a wolf inside
Your sweet eyes
You’re not trying to hide
Your dying pride


Everything is fine
Everyone on time
Empty books for the blind
Nothing much else to find

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