[Lyric] Speak (EERA (NOR))

He’ll never speak
Bewildered by his obsession
His fingers feel numb
Tied up to aim perfection
Refusing to grow
Convinced by the never ending

I am a mess
Do you think I can compete me?
Lost with the corners at hand
I don’t know how to show her no more
Escaping the daughters I know
Murder my plan, tell me to go

He wished he was young
Gradually shifting colour
Attached to his past
Remembering the words of his mother

Speak, make a sound
Fragilе, yet proud
Speak, make a sound
Fragilе, yet proud
Speak, make a sound
Fragile, yet proud
Speak, make a sound
Fragile, yet proud
Speak, make a sound
Fragile, yet proud