QuiET Quiet i am sleeping in here we need a little hope for years ive been sleeping helpless couldn't tell a soul so be ashamed of the mess youv'e made my eyes never forget you see behind me silent mental mercies castrate boys to the bone jesus, are you listening up there to anyone at all we are the relics of our time. we mutilate the meanings so they're easy to deny so be asamed of the mess you've made my eyes never forget you see behind me quiet i am sleeping quiet i am screaming shut up i can't hear you quiet i dont trust you i'll cut off your little hands and behind me the grace falling snow to cover up everything you know come save me from the awful sound of nothing