Deepsound - No Talk

No call, this motion when the night goes mute
Old eyes on the line, every move absolute
Zip lips, let the pressure translate to proof
Every step in the dark, leave a silent truth
Motar, just breathe in the frozen pace
Still calm in my chest, never leave the trace
Woke up, let the echo erase the fates
When the noise tried to rise, I replaced the space
Low hum in the block hit a current slide edge