Guarded in this box I hold
Faded but these scars will not let go
Sleeping in a shallow grave
Stepping over pot holes in my mind
Hiding in this room I know
Looking through the cracks of my window
Call It what you will
It doesn't mean a thing
All this silence breaks us down
A lesson be it still
The conscious state within
Yet still we're miles apart
Call it what you will
It doesn't mean a thing
Looking down a broken path
Scattered all around just walk on by
Damage in the place I know
Washing down the drain now as we go
Call It what you will
It doesn't mean a thing
All this silence breaks us down
A lesson be it still
The conscious state within
Yet still we're miles apart
A point of no return
To watch the whole world burn
Satisfaction overwhelmed
Call it what you will
It doesn't mean a thing