Lyrics

One more dead in the arms of a superpower Gold to be made, no the world ain't gonna hear about it Trust is bought by a smile on a pretty face Nothin' for a name, dead pride, and shame to waste Let the western waters guide me blind Give me something real something to make right Crippling the minds, they hide behind the millions of us Drunken on the steps are high, this fall their bones will open Ohh, We are the sound and silence Grind the tale into the echo of a modern eye Smoke from the sides come runnin' from the wild fire So let the western Waters guide me blind And if theres something real its calling "ohh" Ohh, We are the sound and silence Ohh, We are the sound and silence Ohh, We are the sound and silence
Writer(s): Nicholas John Taylor, John Martin Collins, John Dewitt Underkofler, Willard Preston Sykes Goodroad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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