The walls are staring back at me
And all the things I used to be
In this moment of unrest I lie,
Cold sweat, and I detest this sleepless night
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
Don't let them hear you breathe
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
Don't let them hear you
Wearing conscience as a second skin
Displaying all that lies within
In nothing more than a whisper
I say something, yet nothing
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
Don't let them hear you breathe
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
Don't let them hear you
Something like sinking-
It's something like thinking
I've been here before
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
Don't let them hear you breathe
So rich, so true
So dead, so you
Don't let them hear you