Written, performed, and produced by Silence
Co-produced, mixed, and mastered by Gregor Zemljič
Taken from Silence’s upcoming album The Vocabulary of Madness
The album is available for presale at
Actor: Primož Bezjak
Directed by Silence and Marko Kočevar
DoP: Marko Kočevar, ZFS
DIT and second unit camera operator: Vid Osredkar
Mask maker: Tajda Novšak
Make-up artist: Nataša Castaldi
Edited by Silence
Colour: NuFrame
Special thanks to Slavica Janošević, Jure Miklavc, and Barbara Šušteršič
LYRICS:
Behold the dead man,
the present absentee
whose only passion
is apathy
He’s too softhearted
to afford a soul
There’s nothing quite as reckless,
quite as frightening
as a heart
behind the controls
He has locked the door
and thrown away the key
He’s hoping prison
will set him free
He’s too softhearted
to afford a soul
There’s nothing quite as reckless,
quite as frightening
as a heart
behind the controls
The trick,
it seems, is to believe
it’s all for the best;
to enjoy every depression
as if it were the last
But, alas
He’s too softhearted
to afford a soul
There’s nothing
quite as ruthless
quite as frightening
as a heart
taking hold