We’d wake the deadnWith voices in our headnWe’ve gotten used to ignoring the truthnnWe close our eyesnAnd breathe and eat the liesnThat tell us we’re so much better than younnSilence is loudnHumility is so proudnNothing is innocent nownnAll the king’s mennWill serve scrambled eggs againnWhen white-washed walls come crashing downnnWe’ll blink and nodnAnd say, How oddnAnd wonder why old friends don’t come aroundnnSilence is loudnHumility is so proudnNothing is innocent nownnThe acid rainnWe fear the painnWill blister and burn the skinnnBut what is morenThe fear we borenWill eat us alive from withinnnSilence is loudnHumility is so proudnNothing is innocent nownnFor you and menIn the land of the freenIs anything innocent now?