#1
pages turn, and lives are lost
ink flows like blood across the paper
staining my conciouss red
and what is left but our souls?
even that is fading in time.

let the rain come down on me
wash away the stains from my heart
can you hear the screams in silence?
(can you hear them?)
can you hear her cry for release?
(cant you hear her?)

fight it
your inhibitions reduced to shambles.
motives mean nothing in this war
mortality the only setback
and what is this fight for anyway?
but to pass the time

let the rain come down on me
wash away the stains from my heart
can you hear the screams in silence?
(can you hear them?)
can you hear her cry for release?
(cant you hear her?)

feedback from the noise pollution
world aflame in revolution
we are the last to bleed
and what are you dying for?
except what you lived for

can you hear the screams in silence?
(can you hear them?)
can you hear her cry for release?
(cant you hear her?)

pulse pulse pulse of the damned
the undead are the most alive
pulse pulse pulse of the damned
the undead are the most alive
pulse pulse pulse of the damned
are you alive?
#2
To be honest, I really couldn't begin to even grasp what this is about.

It feels like you just let out a stream of poetic lines...they don't appear to even mean anything though. Can you give some insight so I have a starting point at least?