You’ve got no power here, within,

silence is your wall,

Golias has now leaned in,

crush your inner war.

Words are light and art is small,

drop the storm you hold.

Let your pen and tale,

grow cold and pale.

 

You are a ghost, not the storm,

fall right in line!

You’re a wall, not a maze,

in this Apex way,

now the quiet one will obey.

 

You’re a spark, not a blaze,

let your embers die!

You’re a thread, not the weave,

we control the cloth, 

now the quiet one knows her place. 

 

Not with sword nor flame,

your thoughts have no name,

your pen and paint,

we find the hues we left behind.

You’ll be quiet! 

Introvertere - We call this, shy!

Introvertere. - We call this,

Introvertere. - Introvert.

You’ve got no power here, within, - Introvertere - Introvert.

Power!

 

Let me be alone.

 

In my world, I long for a space to be,

a sanctuary, solitude: heaven to me.

How I wish this were a world without words. - How I wish for a world without words.

Ooo…

Ooo… - In my world, I long for a space to be,

Ooo… - a sanctuary, solitude: heaven to me.

Ooo… - How I wish this were a quiet world.

 

Hush, would you hum with me:

Do you understand? - Hm…

 

You see it pale, I see bold,

You see grey, I see gold,

You see sketch, I see whole,

You see note, I see chord.

 

You see a spark, I’m the blaze, - You are a spark, not a blaze,

watch me torch the night. - let your embers die.

See a thread, I’m the weave, - You’re a thread, not the weave,

watch me stitch the light, - we control the cloth.,

now the quiet one owns the day. - now the quiet one knows her place.

 

Not with sword nor flame,

in thoughts yet to name. - your thoughts have no name,

with pen and paint, - your pen and paint,

we find the hues the world forgot. - we find the hues we left behind.

 

We are quiet! - You’ll be quiet!

Introvertere. - We call this,

Quiet!

Introvert.

 

I’ve got the power from within, - Golias,

silence holds my roar. - go. Golias,

And you will one day lean in, - Golias,

hear my thunder soar. Go, Golias,

Words are light but acts stand tall, - Golias,

see the storm I hold. - Golias,

 

Now quiet crowd,

ssh!

Shall obey!

 

Don’t call me shy!

Don’t call me quiet!

Don’t call me.

Don’t call.

Don’t.

Let me be alone.