Cold was the day that they came for you
The November sky was a hue
Of a lense we often look through

Two riders drive to the edge of the field
Where you played with what they thought was real
Waving of pistols pointing at you

This silence is violent
This silence is violent

No chance to explain no chance to say
The reason your body would break
And paint the snow bright red

Oh what a horror the empty arms
Of a mother’s heart that burns
To hold her boy once again

This silence is violent
This silence is violent

I pulled the trigger I held the gun
The smoking barrel of indifference
I pulled the trigger I held the gun

When I’m silent it’s violent
When I’m silent it’s violent
When I’m silent it’s violent

When I’m silent it’s just as violent
When I’m silent it’s just as violent
When I’m silent it’s just as violent