The New Reality

You're so weak A knife to your throat couldn't get you to speak With my hand on your soul, I can feel your lack of anything Now you have nothing to say? When your fingers couldn't breathe, I took the power away Actual suffering, primitive pain Wires in blood. Straight to the vein Are you the hammer or the nail? It's a slippery slope from what I can tell The new reality says you burn in the fire The new reality says your talks becomes stale To the secret circle of a dream long dead Let silence be your offering To the old guard drowning in it's own tears shed Let silence be your offering