Sound and Silence - Dead Poet Society

One more dead in the arms of a superpower

Gold to be made, no the world ain't gonna hear about it

Trust is bought by a smile on a pretty face

Nothin' for a name, dead pride, and shame to waste

Let the Western waters guide me blind

Give me something real, something to make right

Crippling the minds, they hide behind the millions of us

Drunken on the steps are high, this fall their bones will open

Ohh, We are the sound and silence

Grind the tale into the echo of a modern eye

Smoke from the sides come runnin' from the wild fire

So let the western Waters guide me blind

And if theres something real its calling "ohh"

Ohh, We are the sound and silence

Ohh, We are the sound and silence

Ohh, We are the sound and silence