One more dead in the arms of a superpower
Gold to be made, no the world ain't gonna hear about it
Trust is bought by a smile on a pretty face
Nothin' for a name, dead pride, and shame to waste
Let the western waters guide me blind
Give me something real something to make right
Crippling the minds, they hide behind the millions of us
Drunken on the steps are high, this fall their bones will open
Ohh, We are the sound and silence
Grind the tale into the echo of a modern eye
Smoke from the sides come runnin' from the wild fire
So let the western Waters guide me blind
And if theres something real its calling "ohh"
Ohh, We are the sound and silence
Ohh, We are the sound and silence
Ohh, We are the sound and silence
