From our darkened apartments From our empty homes From our lonely psyches Will we be left alone? Were we asking for this? Or were we singing alone? And though we try to escape it, Now we're stuck on this throne. The kind voices are silent, Fearful they’ll offend. While the evil are screaming, Their voices never end. Were we asking for this? Or were we singing alone? And though we try to escape it, Now we're stuck on this throne. Chorus: Not silent, Not violent, But not proud of it. Too tolerant, Of intolerance, But afraid of it.