Essay Letra

I'm ridden with the guilt of unspoken words, uneasy thoughts, and a head full of zeros. Silence is golden and our smiles forced on our face. We hold our breath rather then force the issue. One day I'm going to do it, that's right. I'm going to do it. Fuck calculations and damage control. We can't be cleared of wrong doing when words are left unspoken, it's better to revolt then to swallow it down. Will we be haunted by our silence? The blood is on our hands. Will we act or be ridden by our guilt? The blood is on our hands. Will we live with a head full of zeros? The blood is on our hands. Will we hold our breath until our death? The blood in on our hands