Not Silent

From our darkened apartments

From our empty homes

From our lonely psyches

we want to be left alone.

Were we asking for this?

or were we singing alone?

And though we try to escape it,

Now were stuck on this throne.

kind voices are silenced,

fearful they’ll offend.

While the evil are screaming,

their voices never end.

Were we asking for this?

or were we singing alone?

And though we try to escape it,

Now were stuck on this throne.

Chorus:

not silent, not violent, but not proud of it.

too tolerant, of intolerance, but afraid of it.