My Mouth, My Lips

And I left my house behind

To move in silence and never be seen again

And who is to be my friend

And I made my own bed

Made from printed beliefs and opinions

What will I teach my sons

And all we get so far away

And oh I can't get close

But I can't keep quiet

And if I can't keep my lips closed now

And if you guide the lines of broken men to change

The way that he thinks he feels

Feel nothing at all, I feel nothing at all

But if I run from my home to the hills and the trees

Without the woods at my heels

I run from nothing at all, I run from nothing at all

And I took my closest friends

And made a graveyard of things that we never did

And things that we never said

And when I look back at them

Some were breathing but most had an ugly smile

They begged me to stay a while

The worst was that I saw them

And I hate that they saw me too

Are they sleeping in the grave I made

Are we sleeping

And if my God allows for me to speak again

I only hope I am wiser

I'll say nothing at all

I'll say nothing at all

But I can hear all the words spilling over my lips

And I can taste every lie

I've said nothing at all

I've said nothing at all

Will I say anything again (8x)