Walk on by, Walk on Me (The Pianist's Prophecy)
Your tongue pierced my fragile heart
Careless words are daggers thrown
Unaware unapproachable
Unwilling silence from a sounding voice
You entwine praise with curses
Your words burn like hell itself
Silence from a sounding voice
All this by the tongue created
Your words become hell itself
I lay bleeding in the flames
The tongue creates it tongue
