Something's going on here – the object is uncertain But I can see the makings of a sinister design The bristles of the tightening noose are scratching at my throat And in Shadows, whispered voices plot to take from me what's mine The tension's ever-mounting, and the dam's about to break Something's going wrong here – the lines have all been broken In the shelter of our silence conflicts keep upon themselves We both have our agendas, if only we would voice them But the guilt between us widens as we keep them to ourselves In the suffocating silence Attended by our dreams This emptiness devours In the darkness of desire Where nothing's as it seems Our demons lie in wait For you and me Subconscious acts replace the spoken word and we express with cruelty what we neglect to say And everybody's shouting, but no one can hear And our desperate ringing fills my ears And we all know that words can kill But their absence is more lethal still Something's going on here... sinister design The tension's ever mounting, the dam's about to break Failing to discuss it could be our last mistake