Training For Utopia - Walk On By, Walk On Me (The Pianist's Prophecy)

your tongue pierced my fragile heart
careless words are daggers thrown
unaware unapproachable unwilling silence
from a sounding voice you
entwine praise with curses your words burn
like hell itself silence from a sounding voice
all this by the tongue created your words become hell itself I lay bleeding in the flames the tongue creates it tongue...