too many voices,
it won't take long
which one's right,
which one's wrong

yours is most likely
to be misunderstood
screaming in tongues
on the top of my lungs

'til I find you,
'til you found me
somehow I always
knew that you would

and I am contemplating
matters all this cling
and clatter in my head,
and what you said is ringing,

ringing faster and it's all
good if you would stop
the world from making
sense and if I could

just realize it doesn't
really matter,
it doesn't really
matter it doesn't really matter

if I could touch the
sound of silence
now you know I would

if I knew how to make
these intentions come
around I'm hearing without
listening and believing every

word you are not saying
speaking without a sound
trapped inside of these four
walls walking brainless muppet

dolls mushroom face beneath the
tangles bleeding silhouette
inside dancing like an angel would