[Processional Chant] I said, I will silence the word in my chest, I will close every door and give warning a rest. Clay broke once and could not be made whole, [Verse 1] The sound crossed Tophet like a bell for the soul. Then leather and wood held the prophet at dawn, Mockery waited where comfort was gone. But fire in my bones would not let me lie, [Chorus] I said, I will silence the word in my chest, I will close every door and give warning a rest. It climbed through the ribs and demanded a cry. Terror on every side, whispers behind, [Silence] Friends watched the step where they hoped I would slide. [Verse 2] Still the LORD stood near like a warrior awake, Though the mouth cursed the morning for sorrow’s sake. A broken flask, a broken man, one message remained: [Final Chorus] I said, I will silence the word in my chest, I will close every door and give warning a rest. The fire could be hated, but not be restrained.