Received a package with a bestial grunt  Between two flattened streets patrolled by  Thoughts    A mechanical taste in my mouth  Seems to be my last demand  My words walk in the groove  Hacking through my bleeding heart    Although my lips they moved your voice  With teutonic freeze into the deep  And the silence I observe  Says it's worth a little pain    No matter where no matter how  The silence I observe, it's worth the pain  The silence I observe, my bleeding heart  The silence I observe