Deafening-From Monument To Masses

[ti:Deafening] [ar:From Monument To Masses] [al:Dim Mak Post-Punk Vault Volume 1] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.27]Deafening - From Monument To Masses [00:01.74]Written by：From Monument To Masses [00:03.14] [00:17.33]Silence dissolves all objects [00:20.06] [00:21.57]It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind [00:25.69]Silence has nothing to do with the mind [00:27.49] [00:29.64]It cannot be defined [00:30.60] [00:31.46]It can be felt directly because it is our nearness [00:37.05] [00:39.39]Silence is restriction [00:40.58] [00:42.01]It is feeling without a feeler [00:45.00] [00:46.14]Silence needs no intermediary [00:48.72] [00:51.44]Sound which comes from silence is music [00:56.22] [02:37.87]Within these four walls only a number exists [02:41.15]Which does not progress [02:42.38] [02:44.73]Which slowly will wish more and more for death [02:47.74] [02:49.96]But suddenly my conscience awakes [02:51.70] [02:52.74]And I see that this tide has no heartbeat [02:55.20] [02:56.24]Only the pulse of machines [02:57.69] [02:59.16]And the military showing their midwives' faces [03:01.81]Full of sweetness [03:02.85] [03:06.94]How much humanity [03:08.08]Exposed to hunger cold panic pain [03:11.91] [03:13.06]Moral pressures terror and insanity [03:16.06] [03:17.98]What horror the face of fascism creates [03:20.52] [03:21.21]They carry out their plans with knife like precision [03:24.40]To them blood equals medals [03:26.66] [03:27.33]Slaughter is an act of heroism [03:29.29] [03:30.66]How hard it is to sing [03:32.38]When I must sing of horror [03:33.97] [03:34.92]Horror which I am living [03:36.53] [03:37.27]Horror which I am dying [03:38.67] [03:40.00]To see myself among so much [03:41.97] [03:42.90]And so many moments of infinity [03:44.67] [03:45.54]In which silence and screams [03:47.09]Are the end of my song