Silence is golden
but you keep shooting me silver glances
full of questions.
Got to know the answers.
Got to know you're right.
If only you would sit and think alone,
maybe you would figure something out
but you only follow me around.
Getting tired of it.
Getting tired of it.

Silence is golden
but you keep shouting dead religion
down my throat.
Got to know it's out there.
Got to feel the oneness.
If you would only stand atop the altar,
you could see from there and ask better questions.
What if there is nothing?
I could get used to that.
But I'm getting tired of this
code talk.
Walking, breathing, living
are slang for slowly dying.
I guess I'm archaic.
I am just an alien.

Silence is golden
but all you've ever known is talking
flash for substance.
Got to get it out there,
show us your big picture.
Gesture out the truth to me,
if I would only flip you off
and send your house of cards
into a tiny little deck.
Getting tired of this shit.

You were enlightened
a long time ago and since then
you've been breathing down other people's necks.
Have you accepted?
Ask a better question.
I could bend and break your answer like a twig
or like your head and still be friendly
but I like you, you almost know me.
And to be honest, friend,
I'm getting tired of this
trendy
walking, breathing, living.
Slang for slowly dying.
I guess I'm archaic.
I am just an alien.

I hope by the end
when even souls are long since dead
that I won't hear a thing
because silence is golden.