NOISE

[Verse 1] They speak in polished little circles With their borrowed little teeth Every sentence wears a halo Over something cheap beneath They preach of grace with greasy fingers Pointing nowhere, stained with want Little worshippers of ego In a supermarket font They call it thought when they are frightened Call it truth when it is loud Call it love when it obeys them Call it virtue in a crowd Every mouth a leaking window Every eye a hungry screen Every heart a locked apartment With a corpse behind the clean [Pre-Chorus] And the noise, noise, noise Keeps crawling up the walls All their holy little bullshit All their ornamental calls I can hear the species chewing With its manners and its grin Like a swarm of dressed-up maggots Begging to be let back in [Chorus] Shut your fucking mouth for once and Let the silence breathe I am sick of all the noise you bleed All your wants, all your wounds All your “What about me” routines You are not a crown of creation You are traffic with a pulse You are rot with conversation You are hunger wearing clothes So scream, scream, scream Till your throat turns red There is nothing sacred in your head Just noise, noise, noise From your fucking voice In a world you made unbearable With every choice [Verse 2] What a delicate disaster What a thinking piece of meat Building temples out of excuses Then complaining of the heat Every coward plays philosopher When the mirror starts to bite Every fool becomes a martyr When they lose a petty fight They adore their own reflection If it suffers in good light They will ruin every garden Just to prove they had the right They will dress the wound in language They will frame the shit as art They will call their greed survival And their boredom “having heart” [Pre-Chorus] And the noise, noise, noise Keeps breeding in the bone Every bastard little sermon From a throne made out of foam I can hear the great infection In the chorus of the kind All that meat declaring meaning With a landfill for a mind [Chorus] Shut your fucking mouth for once and Let the silence breathe I am sick of all the noise you bleed All your wants, all your wounds All your “What about me” routines You are not a crown of creation You are traffic with a pulse You are rot with conversation You are hunger wearing clothes So scream, scream, scream Till your throat turns red There is nothing sacred in your head Just noise, noise, noise From your fucking voice In a world you made unbearable With every choice [Verse 3] There is no cathedral burning Just a trash fire with a name No grand fall from ancient heaven Just the same shit, different frame No abyss has ever needed All this pompous little dread You are not profound for drowning In the puddle of your head And I hate the way they gather Just to spoil the open air How they drag their private hunger Like a god that must be fed How they smile with empty faces Full of teeth and social grease Then applaud their own decay And call the choking process peace [Bridge] Noise in the ceiling Noise in the floor Noise in the bloodstream Begging for more Noise with a handshake Noise with a plan Noise with a doctrine Noise called “man” Chew your morals Swallow your pride Paint your cage And crawl inside Bless the sewer Crown the stain Call it culture Call it sane Fuck that choir Fuck that throne Fuck that mirror Fuck that drone Let it break Let it peel Let the silence Become real [Drop] No more sermon No more stage No more dressed-up parasite rage No more crown No more claim No more holy mask for shame Noise Noise Noise That’s all Noise Noise Noise Let it fall [Final Chorus] Shut your fucking mouth for once and Let the silence breathe I am sick of all the noise you bleed All your wants, all your wounds All your “Its about me” routines You are not a crown of creation You are traffic with a pulse You are rot with conversation You are hunger wearing clothes So scream, scream, scream Till your throat turns red There is nothing sacred in your head Just noise, noise, noise From your fucking voice In a world you made unbearable With every choice [Outro] And when the last mouth closes When the last excuse decays When the crowd dies from its hunger And the mirrors lose their prey There will be no grand redemption No revelation, no applause Just silence standing over you Like it finally found the cause.