Whispers low, in the dead of night
Carrying sorrow out of sight
Aching souls under lock and key
Dreams of freedom longing to be free
In the quiet gloom they stand alone
Their stories etched in every stone
False
In chains unseen but felt within
It's not their choice
Their voices low
Fall on ears so cold
Silent cries ah
Silent cries ah
Ghosts of pain in the modern age
Hidden scars the world's dim stage
Silent wars waged in the mind
Battles unseen ties that bind
In the whispering night the spirits confess
Chains of the past they still oppress
Tears like rivers flow unseen
In the shadows where they've been
A modern shackle on the soul
Invisible chains take their toll
Whispered hope against the steel
A silent strength they start to feel
Beneath the city's glare they wear their invisible chains
Striving on through the thick air of unseen pains
With every heartbeat still pushing through the weight
Yearning for a breath where destiny's not bait
For the spirits trapped in the silence they fight
Ghosts in the machine in perpetual night
Ah