In the shadows where truth's restrained,
Mouth taped shut, can't break the chain.
Used to roar like a lion, fierce and loud,
Now my voice is lost in the crowd.
I miss the days I could speak my mind,
Now I'm a ghost, lost in the grind.
Shackled by silence, can't break free,
Echoes of my voice, just memories.
Steel-toed boots, stomping on my pride,
Where my thoughts used to reside.
Grinding gears drown my shout,
In the noise, my voice is out.
I miss the days I could speak my mind,
Now I'm a ghost, lost in the grind.
Shackled by silence, can't break free,
Echoes of my voice, just memories.
One day these walls will hear my roar,
I'll break free, let my spirit soar.
Until then, I'll bide my time,
Waiting to reclaim my mind.
Neural Noise by Nick Panek - Soljenitsyne Was Right | Gritty Industrial Blues Lyrics
Neural Noise by Nick Panek - Soljenitsyne Was Right | Gritty Industrial Blues Lyrics
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English
In the shadows where truth's restrained,
Mouth taped shut, can't break the chain.
Used to roar like a lion, fierce and loud,
Now my voice is lost in the crowd.
I miss the days I could speak my mind,
Now I'm a ghost, lost in the grind.
Shackled by silence, can't break free,
Echoes of my voice, just memories.
Steel-toed boots, stomping on my pride,
Where my thoughts used to reside.
Grinding gears drown my shout,
In the noise, my voice is out.
I miss the days I could speak my mind,
Now I'm a ghost, lost in the grind.
Shackled by silence, can't break free,
Echoes of my voice, just memories.
One day these walls will hear my roar,
I'll break free, let my spirit soar.
Until then, I'll bide my time,
Waiting to reclaim my mind.
Mouth taped shut, can't break the chain.
Used to roar like a lion, fierce and loud,
Now my voice is lost in the crowd.
I miss the days I could speak my mind,
Now I'm a ghost, lost in the grind.
Shackled by silence, can't break free,
Echoes of my voice, just memories.
Steel-toed boots, stomping on my pride,
Where my thoughts used to reside.
Grinding gears drown my shout,
In the noise, my voice is out.
I miss the days I could speak my mind,
Now I'm a ghost, lost in the grind.
Shackled by silence, can't break free,
Echoes of my voice, just memories.
One day these walls will hear my roar,
I'll break free, let my spirit soar.
Until then, I'll bide my time,
Waiting to reclaim my mind.
Writer: Nicholas Panek
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid