Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence
Hello, darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp.
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening.
People writing songs
That voices never share,
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools", said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows,
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach to you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made,
And the sign flashed out, it's warning,
And the words that it was forming,
And the sign said:
"The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls,
And tenement halls,
And whispered in the sound of silence.”
