So I take that you thought
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Some things are better left unsaid
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You chose your inhibitions
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Over what I should comprehend
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What could have been done
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To keep me from going astray
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Begging for direction
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But not pointed out the way
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Silence, silence doesn't teach
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Silence, silence doesn't lead
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Silence, where did I end up
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In a self-destructive rut
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Do I think I'm stronger because I learned my own way
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I just think I'm lucky to have made it out unscathed
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Now I'm thinking I resent the counsel that I lacked
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All the words I didn't hear could have saved my past
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Silence, silence doesn't teach
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Silence, silence doesn't lead
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Silence, where did I end up
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In a self-destructive rut
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Silence is deafening
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You don't say
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Silence is deafening
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The corrupt light shines
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The corrupt light blinds
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Time to shrink, time to hide
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Time to guard what's inside
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The street didn't gently take me under their wing
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The street is so dirty and I feel unclean
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Silence is deafening when guidance is sought
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Silence is deafening, and now I'm haunted
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Silence
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Sick Of It All |