Crematory

If words have meanings, then why are we bemused
If reasons won't be ceasing, then why are we confused...just words
Silence ain't made to clear the shades
Silence ain't made, just like the blade of a maze
Made to disquise, all the grudge and all te fears
Just words
Words mean nuch more than you expect them to
And may cut deeper than you're able to bear...just words
Silence ain't made to clear the shades
Silence ain't made, just like the blade of a maze