My Mouth, My Lips

And I left my house behind
 To move in silence and never be seen again
 And who is to be my friend
 And I made my own bed
 Made from printed beliefs and opinions
 What will I teach my sons
 And all we get so far away
 And oh I can't get close
 But I can't keep quiet
 And if I can't keep my lips closed now
 And if you guide the lines of broken men to change
 The way that he thinks he feels
 Feel nothing at all, I feel nothing at all
 But if I run from my home to the hills and the trees
 Without the woods at my heels
 I run from nothing at all, I run from nothing at all
 And I took my closest friends
 And made a graveyard of things that we never did
 And things that we never said
 And when I look back at them
 Some were breathing but most had an ugly smile
 They begged me to stay a while
 The worst was that I saw them
 And I hate that they saw me too
 Are they sleeping in the grave I made
 Are we sleeping
 And if my God allows for me to speak again
 I only hope I am wiser
 I'll say nothing at all
 I'll say nothing at all
 But I can hear all the words spilling over my lips
 And I can taste every lie
 I've said nothing at all
 I've said nothing at all
 Will I say anything again