Stakka Bo

Stains, all around
I try to count and give them numbers
Stains, without sound
Soaked in long deserted wonders
Remains, of fired rounds
They keep a secret in their slumber
Remains, lost and found
We told the truth and then we stumbled
Let the splinters take the stand and wait for a rewind
Let them tell you all about the crime
I will be mute and let the numbness shout to you now
I will be mute, cos only silence speaks the truth
I will be mute, and fill the air without vibrations
And I will be mute, only silence speaks the truth