"Silence Is Death, Being Alive Is Rebellion"
Some people love silence,
They say silence is a virtue,
But do you know what silence really is?
Silence is death.

When you choose not to speak, you’re endorsing this insane world.
You lock your flames inside the warmth of temples,
Thinking that will keep you safe from the cold.
But in doing so, you’ve frozen yourself.

I don’t like silence.
I like chaos, the kind of noise that makes my heart race.
Whether it’s the hum of machines or the laughter of strangers,
It reminds me that I’m alive.

You call silence a virtue,
But I say silence is suicide.

You’re suffocated by society’s rules, your voice reduced to whispers.
But you’re too scared to shout, too scared to scream,
Afraid to break the so-called “peace.”

I live to rebel.

A world without rules is true freedom.
A mind without silence is truly alive.

You think you’re living quietly,
But you’re already dead inside.
You lost your courage in the silence,
You lost yourself.

So I’ll say it again:
Silence is death, being alive is rebellion.