Everybody tells me things
About myself that I don't wish to know
I hear that I am not in control
I know I am not in control
You don't need to tell me
You don't need to tell me

Everybody shows me all
The tragedies that I've already seen
I hear that it is such an awful thing
I know that it is such an awful thing
You don't need to tell me
You don't need to say a word

But now I face the silence
With a face so pale
And the remnants
Of a memory that is scarred

Everybody apologises
For everything that I have done
I hear that I have done things wrong
But I know that I have done things wrong
You don't need to tell me
I don't want to hear you speak

BREAK, NO DRUMS

It's a disfigured conscience
But it's all that I have got
So how can you celebrate
Seeing me like this?

How can you celebrate
Seeing me like this after all you've said?
(to end)