You hide in silence it’s your weapon it is your gun and
oh, it makes you feel good
are you always right
he hunts with fists clenched on hearts
preys on the weaker voices
and you seem to dig in
and you call this progress
suppose for a second
that you are not you
how could you be so scared
help is on the way
at least you tell yourself
each and every day
but hope it seems to fade
so you hide yourself away
i am not lonely i swear
i creep in silence i wait
i hear an answer it says
boy, don’t go quietly
with your head still bowed
suppose for a second
that you are not you
how could you be so scared
Chorus
help is on the way.....