Verse 1

A broken moral compass,

And an imaginary spine.

Neutral to his half filled glass,

And the half empty one that's mine.

Never tried to hold my hand,

When the high tide swept me away.

Never saw you take a stand,

Against his ruthless escapades.

Chorus

A silent spectator,

You are no better,

Than the tyrant whose evil deeds you turned a blind eye to.

A silent spectator,

Watched me gain my scars,

Now you're guilty of the same crimes through that silence I rue.

Verse 2

A life governed by a code

To never interfere when souls

Are being dragged down the road

That leads straight to hell through sink holes.

His hell hounds breathe down my neck,

Trace the crimson rain of my feet,

I pray death will let me wake,

And you merely leave me to it.

Chorus

A silent spectator,

You are no better,

Than the tyrant whose evil deeds you turned a blind eye to.

A silent spectator,

Watched me gain my scars,

Now you're guilty of the same crimes through that silence I rue.

Bridge

A silence that translates to indirect support.

A silence in my head that just won't let me go.

A silence through whose door he slipped away laughing.

A silence on the shore where I stood with nothing.

Chorus

A silent spectator,

You are no better,

And I know I can never bring myself to forgive you.

A silent spectator,

We shall meet later,

When my soul is done withering through that silence of yours.

Chorus

A silent spectator,

You are no better,

Than the tyrant whose evil deeds you turned a blind eye to.

A silent spectator,

Watched me gain my scars,

Now you're guilty of the same crimes through that silence I rue.