A Whisper & a Clamor

Growing tired of bedside resolve

Public display of depression

Something's got to give now

Something's going to break down

I grow tired of writing songs

While people listen but never hear what's really going on now

Tell me what's so wrong now

Clap your hands all ye children, there's a clamor in your whispering

Clap your hands tonight, hear what the silence screams

Clap your hands

Clap your hands all ye children

For most who live and breathe

Hell is never knowing who they really are now

Tell me who you are now

Finally safe from the outside trapped in what you know

Are you safe from yourself?

Can you escape all by yourself?

Clap your hands all ye children, there's a clamor in your whispering

Clap your hands tonight, hear what the silence screams

Clap your hands

Clap your hands all ye children

Clap your hands

Clap your hands all ye children

It's not the lies that you sing

But what the silence will scream

It's not the lies that you sing

But what the silence will scream

It's not the lies that you sing

But what the silence will scream

Clap your hands all ye children, there's a clamor in your whispering

Clap your hands tonight, hear what the silence screams

Clap your hands

Clap your hands all ye children