Succulent Blood Cells

To question the cries from the mayhem
With no real intention to save them
Is not quite the skeleton I'd like to mold
'Cause to be so cold, you must be a sick creature
With every dawn drawing you weaker
So why not be kind to the mind that you know?

But I feel so cold out on this island
While my mind is filled with silence

All the applause on the surface
Might make one think that it's worth it
To leave the mask on for the rest of the show
But to be so cold in the wake of the tragic
Pre-dated lessons and habits
That some think won't harm us to carve into stone

But I'm so alone out on this island
Wasting days and weeks and months it seems sometimes
Go back to a time when
All my life was filled with silence

Don't show all your regrets to the people
Listening to the rehearsal of what you'd like to confess

Speak slow, speed can cause words to be lethal
Sharpen the tip of the needle you'll use to stitch up this mess

Don't tell secrets to leeches in motels
Thirsty for succulent blood cells
They'll absorb all but disease

Sleep well, take all your vitamin capsules
Do what you can to keep your health
In the best shape it can be
'Cause this silence is deafening