The Father Of Serpents - The Quiet Ones

It's strange how well
A smile conceals
An empty soul
A body seared
Where others see
The careless being
Locked doors are hiding broken wings

With silent smiles
They face the world
All suffering withing they hold
Too scared to speak too scared to run
Not first nor last yet all alone

Not first nor last yet all alone
Not first nor last yet all alone

With silent smiles
They face the world
All suffering withing they hold
Too scared to speak
Too scared to run
Not first nor last yet all alone

What's going on behind locked doors
Ruined souls scream within four walls
Freedom and thoughts removed by force
Once blooming life ends in remorse

What's going on behind locked doors
Freedom and thoughts removed by force
Too many of such souls world sees
Faces erased from hiding pain
Ruined souls scream within four walls
Once blooming life ends in remorse

It's strange how well
A smile conceals
An empty soul
A body seared
Where others see
The careless being
Locked doors are hiding broken wings