Woah
Woah
Thy tongue hast been seized by war
Woah
And love is not welcome here no more
Woah
They tryin’ to call out
I can’t hear no more
Woah
Woah
My heart is sore
I fear I’m unsure

Is love the answer? (love the answer)
Are they askin’ questions
Though?
There are many with ears but without hope
I hear the pitter-patter of the rain upon the rooftop
And the voices in my head like a toothache
And I hate it (hate it)
But I’mma get up off my knees
I can’t take it
My patience is worn and my heart has grown cold
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold

Silence is often pronounced the loudest
A sheer display of impotence of late
Our highness falls to depths of prowess
Thy fear legitimate
Engulfed by hate
Forsaken by love
Thy voice taken by war

My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
And your voice has been seized by the sword
has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
And your voice has been seized by the sword

Thy voice has been seized by the sword
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold
Thy voice has been seized by the sword
My sword has been drawn and I fear that you’ll fold

Silence is often pronounced the loudest
A sheer display of impotence of late
Our highness falls to depths of prowess
Thy fear legitimate
Engulfed by hate
Forsaken by love
Thy voice taken by war

Silence is often