One more dead in the arms of a superpower
Gold to be made
No the world ain't gonna hear about it

Trust is bought by a smile on a pretty face
Nothin' for a name
Dead pride, and shame to waste

Let the western waters guide me blind
Give me something real something to make right

Crippling the minds
They hide behind the millions of us
Drunken on the steps are high
This fall their bones will open

Ohh, We are the sound and silence

Grind the tale into the echo of a modern eye
Smoke from the sides come runnin' from the wild fire

So let the western
Waters guide me blind
And if theres something real
Its calling: Ooh

Ooh
We are the sound and silence

Ooh
We are the sound and silence

Ooh
We are the sound and silence