Mutes In The Steeple

Trading tongues with the mutes in the steeple.
 Avoiding all the people.
 Afraid of saying the wrong things.
 It only hurts to help the victims know
 That it's just a joke.
 Draining the tap attached to the back of their skulls.
 And the same thing that makes us laugh
 Shuts our mouth, stabs our back
 Leaks out from the resevoir
 Grinning cause it's winning all the time.
 And the main thing
 Is that time and time again I've tried to
 Skip the dark side, satisfied with scoring second place.
 It only hurts to let the ones who know
 When they want to go wrong
 Draining the tap attached to the back of their skulls.
 It's the main thing that chills our bones
 Shuts our lips, taps our phones
 Throws us in the resevoir
 Grinning cause their winning all the time.