Only talk When silence is listening Spoon-fed guilt is slowly poisoning Don't prod my speech Because I can't answer that I can't be teached It's something beyond that I've got the mark of Cain I've got the mark of Cain Feel so small but so gargantuan Don't see myself but I see everyone Outside an attic outside my house The same blue fingerprint the same stained mouth Don't try to justify this When there's no there's no blood on my hands