The silence is deafening, it's drowning out the truth
And killing every good thing that we try to do
It's so polite 'round here, it's hiding any fear
That we don't talk about, we gotta shake that demon out
Tired of pretending
That everything is gonna work out just fine
Tired of pretending
That no one's gonna get hurt if we just stand by
While we're descending
Tired of pretending
It's an amazing thing, all the lies you tell
A house of cards is just like this home
With the flick of a finger the whole damn thing's gone
Chorus