my mouth, my lips

and i left my house behind

to move in silence and never be seen again

and who is to be my friend

and i made my own bed

made from printed beliefs and opinions

what will i teach my sons

and all we get so far away

and oh i can't get close

but i can't keep quiet

and if i can't keep my lips closed now

and if your god allows a broken man to change

the way that he thinks he feels

feel nothing at all

i feel nothing at all

but if i run from my home to the hills and the trees

without the wolves at my heels

i'll run from nothing at all

i'll run from nothing at all

and i took my closest friends

and made a graveyard of things that were never dead

and things that were never said

and when i look back at them

some were breathing but most had an ugly smile

they begged me to stay a while

the worst was that i saw them

and i hate that they saw me too

are they sleeping in the grave i made

are we sleeping

and if my god allows for me to speak again

i only hope i am wiser

i'll say nothing at all

i'll say nothing at all

but i can hear all the words spilling over my lips

and i can taste every lie

i've said nothing at all

i've said nothing at all

will i say anything again