Finch - Perfection Through Silence |
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Perfection Through Silence
Finch Alone at last, together in a photograph Our eyes are always open, Devoted to perfection...through silence. What am I supposed to do? Should I sit, and wait for you? Listen to me screaming more This story is only old to those that have no mold The truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying? Nothing but silence. Fold the corners, break the silence |
