in the face of war, this endless pain
nary a whisper will make me change
silence is preferable, yet chaos is still here
ignorance is bliss, but to those to have ears
guarantee that these elder streets begin to speak
honey, i tease that you are weak, and might as well squeak
take stepping in these parts to be worse than a walk in the park

dive from atop
on my head, i will drop
leveraging knowledge from above
let me know the hole you dug