I'm ridden with the guilt of unspoken words, uneasy thoughts, and a head full of zeros
Silence is golden and our smiles forced on our face
We hold our breath rather then force the issue
One day I'm going to do it, that's right
I'm going to do it
Fuck calculations and damage control
We can't be cleared of wrong doing when words are left unspoken, it's better to revolt then to swallow it down
Will we be haunted by our silence? The blood is on our hands
Will we act or be ridden by our guilt? The blood is on our hands
Will we live with a head full of zeros? The blood is on our hands
Will we hold our breath until our death? The blood in on our hands