I am a dead man walking, treading above on the ground where I lay, silently prisoned by the breath that won't
fill up my lungs. You keep quiet long enough and we'll all watch you burn. Heaven is calling out for you; Hell
has got a grip on your soul. If you will tear the scales back from your eyes we're all waiting here for you, but
you've got to let it die. Your burden is heavy. Your arms are too weak. You can't hold the weight of this world
while you keep quiet. Your silence will eat you alive with the secrets you're keeping.