Enough said...

When the voice of reason becomes an act of treason
Against who you are and what your world demands
When my mouth is quiet in the face of public riot
Against what your voice so lovingly demands

Forgive me for my weakness
I'd like to call it meekness
But I shudder at the anger of the crowd
My quiet lips are pouting
I know I should be shouting
Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Please forgive me - nothing''s coming out

When my eyes are blinded by culture and the diet
Of whatever junk the world would feed my mind
When my heart is neutered my spirit is polluted
With noble things that I won't leave behind
Forgive me for my weakness
I'd like to call it meekness
But I shudder at the anger of the crowd
My quiet lips are pouting
I know I should be shouting
Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Please forgive me - nothings coming out

I hear your voice, I close my eyes

I give myself to easy lies
I tell myself that silence isn't cruel
There was a time when I would hear
You had my heart, you had my ear
Your word was once so very dear
So how did I become this silent fool?

-
Nothing's Coming Out, Louis Brittz

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