Domestic silence

[Verse 1: Scroobius Pip] Let me introduce a recluse with his neck in a noose that went loose and he slipped out He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out Ya see He'd never really had a grip on life Never had a family, no kids, no wife No real friends, no social life His life was a concise silent night At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself His existence was distanced from everyone else He didn't interact with the pack, never had done He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum And they didn't impede on his If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed Since he last took a gasp and words were cast On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess He used to have the radio playing in his hall But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad He didn't like TV so he got rid of it He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it So that was his life, didn't seem that bad But he still chose to take his own life in his hands Still chose to kick that chair from his feet Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat [Hook] x2 Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence [Verse 2: Scroobius Pip] Unspoken, so much goes unspoken Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open With this near miss his eyes would either open Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken Forsaken isolation and silence all around you It'll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you He returned to work the very next day Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say But then out of nowhere everything changed When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today? " Six simple words, seven simple syllables It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain But umbrellas keep sunshine out as well as rain He declared all the fears that his silence had been masking And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking" [Hook] Domestic Silence Domestic Silence Domestic Silence Domestic Silence