My Mouth, My Lips

And I left my house behind
To move in silence and never be seen again
And who is to be my friend
And I made my own bed
Made from printed beliefs and opinions
What will I teach my sons
And all we get so far away
And oh I can't get close
But I can't keep quiet
And if I can't keep my lips closed now
And if your God allows a broken man to change
The way that he thinks he feels
Feel nothing at all, I feel nothing at all
But if I run from my home to the hills and the trees
Without the wolves at my heels
I'll run from nothing at all, I'll run from nothing at all
And I took my closest friends
And made a graveyard of things that were never dead
And things that were never said
And when I look back at them
Some were breathing but most had an ugly smile
They begged me to stay a while
The worst was that I saw them
And I hate that they saw me too
Are they sleeping in the grave I made
Are we sleeping
And if my God allows for me to speak again
I only hope I am wiser
I'll say nothing at all
I'll say nothing at all
But I can hear all the words spilling over my lips
And I can taste every lie
I've said nothing at all
I've said nothing at all
Will I say anything again (x8)