Lyrics

Strange folks from below
Decide when I’m going home
I’m loved but still unknown
Roaming through the shitty streets in slomo
The noise you make is silent
I’ve been conquering
A voice that speak in different tongues
Calling all the shots
A poison no one cares to cure at all
The noise you make is silent
The noise you make is silent
Written by: Erik Buschmann, Koen Van De Wardt, Michiel Marsman, Wannes Salomé
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