Your mouth is wide open

Spit out hurried words

Fade in rapid motion

Before they were heard

Your fingertips are numb

Touch the cold of stone

Speechless they're roaming

Covering the unknown

Your ears are never closed

Hear the silence, the noise

Cheerless they're receiving

It's no question of choice

The rebels got quiet

They silently died

The moon won the battle

For the brighter light

There is nothing for sure

Just nothing that hurts

You can keep fighting

Or repeat some words