Quiet

quiet
I am sleeping
in here
I need a little hope

for years
I've been sleeping
helpless
couldn't tell a soul

be ashamed
of the mess you've made
my eyes never forget
you see behind me

silent
metal mercies
castrate
boys to bone

Jesus
are you listening
up there
to anyone at all

we are the fossils
relics of our time
mutilate the meanings
so they're easy to deny

be ashamed
of the mess you've made
my eyes never forget
you see behind me

quiet quiet
I am sleeping
quiet quiet
I am sleeping
quiet
I don't trust you
I can't hear you

be ashamed
of the mess you've made
my eyes never forget
you see behind me

you see behind me
the grace of falling snow
cover up everything you know
come save me from the awful sound
of nothing