With this stone in my hand I try so hard to understand but you can't begin to see until you've gotten this hereditary gene. deep down my heart yearns to understand you…stranger; why? No one can see what it's like to be me and you can bet I've wished a million times over you could. If only you knew. If only you saw it all. Knowing i can't express myself right I'm hurt in my own inability and you don’t see. The third generation straight edge of horrifying event and hereditary depression. No one can see the light I was nourished in...I used to be called a saint. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?!" ...maybe that’s why so many have so much mental issues...because they survived something stressful...horrible that scar-ed them mentally for life. Being the people we are...if a women with such a traumatic event has a kid when they have stress or any mental problem...it affects the baby anyways....it becomes...hereditary.

To you who are my friend, to the stranger, those that died....there’s so many balances each person has to choose in there life, right? Who they want to be and what works for them. Caring for your friends you know isn't enough. Ones mind can just go back an forth like a stray...not knowing who they are...

Maybe my own hypocrisy is not being able to save those I loved when I was young…whats surviveing if you can't do any good for those you care for...I can tell you i dont see it...

I'm so confused, It's hard to say I love you so when you don't know my past and yours is as big a mystery...so were do we go? Where does each end begin? Will we ever know the stranger or will we forever walk alone?


Lyrics to A Silent Murder [Hidden Track] :
It’s a silent murder
It’s a grave that sings your song
It’s a quite failure
It’s the one that makes you strong

We are heading down a long empty road
We pass lost souls blinded by the cold

Watch the fire burn out
Watch the curtains slowly close
Waiting on the final words your heart already knows

We are heading down a long empty road
We pass lost souls blinded by the cold
By the cold

It’s a silent murder
It’s a grave that sings your song