Tekst Utworu
Oh to see that it’s clear
To breathe in out in our
To compress that guilt and misery
To have a lack of sympathy
Get your foot inside the door
Quietly and inconspicuously
To harbor all that hate, what a waste
Of an echo
I guess ignorance is bliss
There’s so many of us so many of us
To shut the door to leave us dry
Does it pay to be privy
To harbor all that hate , what a waste
Of an echo
A policy to silence
A spine you’ve never had
Clueless and cruel , clueless and cruel
To harbor all that hate, what a waste
Of an echo
Written by: Dominic Billett, Spencer Cullum
