Silverstein

[Verse 1]
Cut through the skin with knives of words
(I'm still bleeding out questions of nerve)
What will it take to sort this out?
(It's still lodging its blade in my heart)
[Chorus]
Silence hurts more than the worst sound
(Now it's too late to call)
Say I'm wrong and throw the first round
I'm still falling down
[Verse 2]
Fill out the papers, file the forms
(And I'm signing you up for the war)
This is the way we've learned to cope
(Insecurities take over hope)