The deaths of the liars
The lives of the saints
The picture of silence
Is the one that we paint
Burning our bridges
Is all fine and well
But sinking the ship
Will send you to hell

Apathy is a noose
And boredom pulls it tighter

The songs of the silent
The words of the mute
The song of confusion
Comes from the broken flute
In the hands of irony
It rests unsafe
The message in the bottle
Floats on every wave

Apathy is a noose
And boredom pulls it tighter

The hands of thieves
The world believes
Are guilty
And filthy
With sin
They can't win
Or begin to describe
The things they’ve seen
I mean
It would be difficult
Apathy is a noose
And boredom pulls it tighter
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