When you sat in all the cheap seats With the money that you paid I recall the optimism Then the contempt that you displayed I had nothing to say to you On the day you lied When they had to clear the harbour To drain the sewage that was there…

It's six in the morning but it feels like it's ten The pain in your head has returned once again It was your answer, your bounty, your prayer You consumed more than you were aware (Chorus) What goes up must come down Denial overcomes the doubt…

With the flick of a switch when the light ran away And the last scraps of daylight abandoned Instead of feeling secure inside the cozy retreat There were noises just outside on the landing When the shadows crept through the deepening gloom A twinkle…

You shouldn't try to keep your secrets And then just run off to confess I'm sure you've got your own reasons To fight the movement to suppress Acting parts in your own theatre But going blind under the spotlight (Chorus) Even though it's all…

As she fiddles with the folds in her skirt Her stare is off to unknown places out there While her gaze rests at the stain on her shirt Like a child, so oblivious, so unaware Her green eyes, her black hair, her pale skin, her dark stare Have wandered…

90% of this was made on a keyboard that I found for $5 on Craigslist. Add a synth bass and there's a track.

A manipulation of the raw data of a photograph of a soldier at a grave, originally chosen for tonal reasons. I haven't slept for days; some of that comes through. Play as loud as war.

Anything with the word "Silent" in its title is just asking for trouble.