Silence (Live)

Silence (Live) - From Ashes Rise

No rest from the labor at the whip's end

When portraits of toil invade

No rest from the stinging of the needles

You not the run

You not the run

We can't run from the swarm

When we live in the hive

And the game is soon lost

When we pray to the skies

We can't run from the storm

Under black clouded skies

We can't run from the swarm

When live in the hive

Are we deaf to the silence

Or the roar of the machines

Are we deaf to the silence

Or the hammering of the gavels

Are we deaf to the silence

Or the thunder of the crowds

Are we deaf to the silence

Or the voices in our heads

Or are we deaf from the silence