The sounds of silence are defeaning the streets tonight
And we all so willing to commit the crime
Should we expect no consequence
Maybe all lies will pass the test everytime
Eyes closed hands tied behind our backs we try
To cover up Our deepest secrets and lies
But we both know we are the suspects to the crime
And running won't solve our problems this time
Take my hand
Theres no point running in a closed corner
Take your space next to me infront of the jury
Watch the sun, it wont get warmer
Our screams inside
Watch your back...We'll try
To comfort us
Our deepest sacred lies
running from our darkest hour
we both know we are the suspects of the crime
But death comes to every flower
You have the strength
as holding arms to mine
Cards on the table, Spilling out our lies
And since i heard the temptations living in your eyes
I've seen the sketch in black and white
I've seen the face you've tried to hide
Get down on the floor
Ill show the jury your guilty just like me
Next honest witness knocking on the door
The sounds of silence are defeaning the streets tonight
And we all so willing to commit the crime
Should we expect no consequence
Maybe all lies will pass the test everytime
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