Not Silent - Abney Park

From our darkened apartments

From our empty homes

From our lonely psyches

Will we be left alone?

Were we asking for this?

Or were we singing alone?

And though we try to escape it

Now we’re stuck on this throne

The kind voices are silent

Fearful they’ll offend

While the evil are screaming

Their voices never end

Were we asking for this?

Or were we singing alone?

And though we try to escape it

Now we’re stuck on this throne

Not silent

Not violent

But not proud of it

Too tolerant

Of intolerance

But afraid of it