(Watching The) Silent Sound
Holiday time and there's nothing on my mind
Except the way the moon, she draws her curtains on me
Watching workers do their dances
On the floor where the blood did fall
On the nails provided for our hands
All of us sitting quietly
Some are weeping, some are out of it
And they just don't care at all
They just don't care at all
Watching the silent sound
And I sit wondering where it is we're going
I'm still pondering the troubles of the world as it crumbles
Empty laughter at boring parties
Greasy dance halls and diners
Where such empty men just pray for absolution above
All of us sitting quietly
Some are weeping, some are out of it
And they just don't care at all
They just don't care at all
Watching the silent sound
Sure as the human soul loses ground
To the forces of ambivalence and fading ways
We begin to lose the ability to feel
And nothing seems to matter anymore (fading ways)
Hour after hour after hour after hour after hour
Check your ethics, check your ethics
The truth is that we're sickeningly empty
On the inside and western society
Is a spawning ground for pestilent emptiness
That only brings out the ever-present
Ugliness of man, ugliness of man
(Because it's important)
All of us sitting quietly
Some are weeping, some are out of it
And they just don't care at all
They just don't care at all
Writer/s: Neil Leitao
