It's like the windows In my spirit and my soul Have all been painted over It's like the locks in my heart Were changed, and not by me And no one made me a key It's like i'll never know what could grow Outside these gates What kinds of fates would await me It's like these poison clouds Are shrouds upon my ears It gets harder and harder to hear I just, I just need A little piece of quiet Turn it down shut it out Gimme more of that sweet silence It's like more people Just keep dying all the time With bigger numbers Come smaller headlines I make a fist, resist, But this twisted mind It binds my wrists I exist in fits Is this all there is If I killed this sound Would I drown or live I just, I just need A little piece of quiet Turn it down shut it out Gimme more of that sweet silence I just, i just need A little piece of quiet Turn it down shut it out Gimme more of that sweet silence