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...