Quiet Room

Quiet room, places where the frightened hide

Secret meaning expressed in a silent scream

Fear of light anticipate the new routine

Question marks remove all doubt of fidelity

Things aren't always what they seem

And they don't know why they're waiting

Microphones listening to what they say

Erasing words, evidence of passing through

Breaking frames, windows on the waking crowd

Loud enough for answers from the friends inside

Things aren't always what they seem

And they don't know what they're saying

Things aren't always what they seem

And they don't know why they're waiting

Because things aren't always what they seem

And they don't know what they're saying

Things aren't always what they seem

And they don't know what they're saying