From our darkened apartments
From our empty homes
From our lonely psyches
Will we be left alone?
Were we asking for this?
Or were we singing along?
And though we try to escape it,
Now we’re stuck on this throne.
The kind voices are silent,
Fearful they’ll offend.
While the evil are screaming,
Their voices never end.
Were we asking for this?
Or were we singing along?
And though we try to escape it,
Now we’re stuck on this throne.
[Chorus:]
Not silent,
Not violent,
But not proud of it.
Too tolerant,
Of intolerance,
But afraid of it.