The Quiet Transference - Kill the Quiet, pt II

Crash down — fire in the night, Tear through the heavens, set the world alight. No prayer can save who we are, 'Cause death wears the crown of a Falling Star... Church roof cough like lungs in a furnace, Storm-burn sky with a lightning-scar surface. Blood in the rafters, the hush still lurkin’, Feel that curse start fuckin’ with circuits. Mud on the boots but the prints grow darker, Each step echo like a funeral marker. Heartbeat hammer like a war-drum starter, Hear that whisper gettin’ sharper and sharper. Static in skull like a shortwave preacher, Rustwater breath got a parasite teacher. Hush in my chest like a venomous feature— Turnin’ my bones to the fuckin’ creature. If I run… it runs inside me, If I hide… it still can find me. Every breath pulls me deeper in— I feel it under my skin… Don’t let it take what’s left of me… Don’t let it rewrite everything… There’s something breathing in my blood, A quiet curse I can’t outrun… KILL THE QUIET — I WON’T DISAPPEAR KILL THE QUIET — I’M STILL FUCKIN’ HERE If I break and it takes control— There’s nothing left of my soul… Ashfall convoy grind through the gravel, Black vans hum like a nest of devils. Flashlights slice through the storm-fog levels, Every rifle pointed center like rebels. “Subject infected — containment protocol,” Doctors whisper like they watchin’ a ghost evolve. Bloodline scanner say the hush volatile, Pulse read wrong like a code gone hostile. Veins glow sick like a pipeline fracture, Vision go wide like predator capture. Bullets bend when the silence answers— Now I’m the threat they can’t manufacture. If they cage me... I’ll fucking break! If they burn me... I’ll still awake. Every nerve is a loaded wire... I’m not human… I'M FUCKING FIRE… Corn rows shake when the storm dies down, Find that beast in a shadow crown. Same dead silence hauntin’ this town, Same whisper sayin’ “finish it now.” Claws flash quick like a razor storm, Bone-ant frame in a crooked form. I swing steel like a judge reborn, Split that monster through ribs and stern. It drops — green light spillin’ slow, Storm goes quiet in the afterglow. I think it’s done— …then I hear that cry. A kid crawls out with the SAME green eyes... Don’t let it take the ones we love… Don’t let it rise from what we’ve done… The monster’s dead but the silence lives, Waiting for another life to give… KILL THE QUIET — BEFORE IT TAKES THE CHILD KILL THE QUIET — BEFORE IT TURNS THEM WILD Rustwater curse in a brand-new vein— Now the cycle starts again… Crash down... fire in the night, Tear through the heavens, set the world alight. No prayer can save who we are, 'Cause death wears the crown Of a Falling Star...