Muted Mind

You know I don’t sleep anymore.
In the deep and I can't swim.
That’s what it feels like, when you
turn away.
We never want to see all the violence.
Sugar sweet is our silence,
buried beneath all the lies
and we turn away.
We Turn away.
Turn away.

Broken pictures on the screen.
All our words are incomplete.
Silent letters no one reads,
when you turn away
Far away off dreams.
No more violence, no more screams,
sound of silence bitter sweet,
our defiance till you wake.
And stay awake.
Stay awake.