This is The House That Silence Built Paroles

Of Broken morals and the total lack of audio.
Unfurnished and unpainted,
These walls are all but untainted.

We all are silenced by the sound
of everything crumbling down
and all of the pieces that we have found
Fuel the fire burning it down
We sleep in separate beds
away from our own heads
we jump from a burning house
And wonder who will save us now

Shut the lights off, turn the radio down
Our hearts beat, but slowly they too drown
In our minds our ears just keep ringing
In our throats there's a song we keep singing
We keep all our thoughts to ourselves
We put each book back up on the shelf
The dust will settle again and all of the pieces that we have found
Fuel the fire burning it down
(All) in all we'll
(Fall) like the ashes of our own mistakes but
(Oh) all that we
(Know) will be covered as it piles on the ground

Cut the wires in this room
Lit with one light for two
Down the hallway the windows are watching me too
Floorboards creek then groan with the melody
This house is haunting me as autumn falls from a dead tree
All these bedrooms have an all too familiar stench
Of Broken morals and the total lack of audio
Unfurnished and unpainted
These walls are all but untainted

Cut the wires in this room
Lit with one light for two
Down the hallway the windows are watching me too
Floorboards creek then groan with the melody
This house is haunting me as autumn falls from a dead tree
(Why even bother whispering?)
All these bedrooms have an all too familiar stench
Of Broken morals and the total lack of audio
(Why even bother whispering?)
Unfurnished and unpainted
These walls are all but untainted