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Mute Masters

Invisible to the human eye
we have a bond so deep under
the surface of the oceans of insomnia
that I'm drowning in that I can barely sleep
instead of communicating with words in the language
of our native tongues we've mastered the art of mute language
opportunity knocked and we willingly took the plunge with the
needles of our eyes we poke through the scabs of the gashes
of our wounds that have been bruising and breaking us
dissolving us into puddles that ooze of our needs to be
loved and accepted but that road has been blocked off
with a dead end ditch so we have no choice but to use
our transmitters to send mute signals to each other's hearts
because that is the only way that we can hear each other
it's as if we are holding each other's hands in mutual feelings
of self hatred and worldwide discrimination so to forget about
our troubles we happily glide across the crescent of the moon
to shed some light on our spirits suffocating to unlock the coffins
enclosed around our souls by breathing oxygen into the pores of
our skin ridding us of the poison that is disintegrating our organs
into ashes as a result of the pain inflicted on us by our surroundings
that surround us in their innocent looking despicable human forms
yet underneath they carry a vast array of lethal weaponry ready to
unleash the bullets and pierce our flesh 'cause they can't accept the truth
because the truth hurts which is why they have to hurt others to make themselves
feel better but with yours and my powers combined we will break the silence that is
in the air and allow our voices to escape the tunnels of imprisonment[/font][/font][/font]