Don't tell me I should leave, and not fight Because I can hear the words you said through the reverence in your eyes. That doesn't mean I can be easily subdued You are confused and I am left feeling as if I am dead to you I heard the words you said through the reverence in your eyes A word left unspoken is but a token on your chest Held by silver thread that will tarnish in the end And leave its mark around your neck Speak or fade I have been left for the vultures and I would die to do the same to you Speak easy; all I need is to bleed freely Speak or fade I said my piece before I closed my mind You are a smoke blown free, washed by the wind Made clean, when mingled with eternity So speak or leave, what you've left to reap these dead sheaves of regret That were sown from seeds these tears I wept for you. This is the end I won't contend