Well, the silence hasn’t been broken As we reach the point of utter
disgust As the weeks drag on, the lies unfold, the alcohol loses its
touch And I once held your words close to my heart With a knife
protecting all of them But now we made our beds in a deep dense forest
where sound Won’t ever take the blame. As I dig my hands through the
cold dark dirt In a search for what’s now lost forever With one last
great hope of a messiah I check the time And admit to the surrender
terms
Remember the days when I had a conscience? Yeah, me neither.