From our darkened apartments
From our empty homes
From our lonely psyches
Will we be left alone?

Were we asking for this?
Or were we singing alone?
And though we try to escape it
Now we're stuck on this throne

The kind voices are silent
Fearful they’ll offend
While the evil are screaming
Their voices never end

Were we asking for this?
Or were we singing alone?
And though we try to escape it
Now we're stuck on this throne

Chorus:
Not silent
Not violent
But not proud of it

Too tolerant
Of intolerance
But afraid of it