THE QUIET THcT KILLS

Washing my hands in the kitchen sink 400 years of blood Washing my hands in the kitchen sink with the finest soap Who cre your Gods cre they on their way here? Who are your Gods Won't you summon them dear No man you don't buy it No man It's a riot Yes sir That's the quiet that kills Put on my face and I braid my hair 400 years of theft Put on my face and I braid my hair spray the number nine Who cre your Gods Do they see what we do? Who are your Gods cre they in denial too? No man you don't buy it No man It's a riot Yes sir That's the quiet that kills We colonize a space and time gouging out my pale blue eyes Dignity spared for the guns and shrines Who are your Gods Who are your Gods Who are your Gods Who are your Gods Do they know what we've done Who are your Gods Did they see us and run No man You're still quiet No Man Your compliant Yes sir That's quiet that kills