Mutes in the Steeple

Trading tongues with the mutes in the steeple

Avoiding all the people

Afraid of saying the wrong things

It only hurts to help the victims know

That it's just a joke

Draining the tap attached to the back of their skulls

And the same thing that makes us laugh

Shuts our mouth, stabs our back

Leaks out from the resevoir

Grinning cause it's winning all the time

And the main thing

Is that time and time again I've tried to

Skip the dark side, satisfied with scoring second place

It only hurts to let the ones who know

When they want to go wrong

Draining the tap attached to the back of their skulls

It's the main thing that chills our bones

Shuts our lips, taps our phones

Throws us in the resevoir

Grinning cause their winning all the time