Talk About It

Let me hear the silence -- it makes the noise worthwhile Were you taught to write endings, or did it come to you? I'm not the type to be opened, I'd rather fake a smile Is it wrong to be broken when your dream's coming true? Talk is not the answer it just starts false alarms "If you ever ask her she is silent and she is grey" The fan that's in my bedroom -- the caged blades can't do harm He cools my heat waved three AM, but I only feel it when it turns my way I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it Anymore Music's my expression, without it I am blank To try to force myself in, I have learned the means to trade I've sucked the dicks of DJs in exchange for higher rank You won't see it on my face, I think it's worth what I paid I don't want to talk about it I'll just flitter around it As I sing about it In metaphor There's no need to talk to myself I purposely block myself from view Is it fair in how far I have come To let depression fuck me too There's folks who'd kill to be me I'm on a killing spree and you don't see The only victim here is me