Silence Is the Loudest Answer

How much is it going to take?
How much is enough for you?
How come you seem so alarmed?

How much do you need?
How much could suffice for you?
How much 'til you turn on the charm?

We've all got needs.
We've all got substitutes.
We've got patterns and prisms and schemes.
We've all got our faults.
We've all got our miseries,
To blow off and do as we please.

Are you so desensitized you can't even realize?
You just re-gentrify as blood runs by.

You can sand down a stone.
You can find a new home.
But if your "them" amounts to "us,"
Then we're never going to leave you alone.

How much does it cost?
How much can it make?
How much is too much at behest of all of our sakes?

How much can it bear?
How long can you stare?
Til you feel like you've got nothing left and you're not even there.

We've all got our wants.
And we've all got our cares.
We've all got our hopes and our dreams.
And we've always got prayers.

Enough is not enough, we could never spare the sympathy.
Until the only thing left is a souvenir shop of our empathy,

How can you dignify those that you classify,
You just re-gentrify as blood runs by.
You can sand down a stone.
You can find a new home.
But if your "them" amounts to "us,"
We're never going to leave you alone.
We're never going to leave you alone.
We're never going to leave you alone.