Between Silence and Sound II

In absentia without sound Attribute wisdom to a small tongue Breathe in stale air to heal all wounds We see the end We see the end See the same lines and where they divide Feeds on itself the weakness collides Too late for thought when it's ignored We see the end before it begins Blood of ignorance continues to reign It's automatic the process the gain On silent hands with silent demands We see the end We see the end Procrastination has failed again Imperfection as a guise We see the end