Walk On By, Walk On Me - ZAO

Your tongue pierced my fragile heart

Careless words are daggers thrown

Unaware unapproachable

Unwilling silence from a sounding voice

You entwine praise with curses

Your words burn like hell itself

Silence from a sounding voice

All this by the tongue created

Your words become hell itself

I lay bleeding in the flames

The tongue creates it tongue…