took a hammer to all things,
looking for that still small voice inside
now there's pieces more than sand,
and all that we've done is added to the noise
noise
progress has left ghosts of our bones
we aimlessly walk
the writing on the wall is useless
we hold mirrors to what suits us
opinions abound, with deafening sound,
shut up, you speak riddles
try to stitch the tongues back in,
once they're loosened left to sing to ourselves thistles and thorns, i'm cut off,
choked from the world, we understand little now
the noise
progress has left ghosts of our bones
we aimlessly walk
you're cut up, but you can find no endings
reasons lead you to beginnings
through chattering rooms like a perfume
your voice, i speak riddles
looking for that still small voice inside
now there's pieces more than sand,
and all that we've done is added to the noise
noise
progress has left ghosts of our bones
we aimlessly walk
the writing on the wall is useless
we hold mirrors to what suits us
opinions abound, with deafening sound,
shut up, you speak riddles
try to stitch the tongues back in,
once they're loosened left to sing to ourselves thistles and thorns, i'm cut off,
choked from the world, we understand little now
the noise
progress has left ghosts of our bones
we aimlessly walk
you're cut up, but you can find no endings
reasons lead you to beginnings
through chattering rooms like a perfume
your voice, i speak riddles