Letras
They say the church bells ring for peace
But all I see is the rot beneath
A hundred pews a million lies
Each wooden bench still hears my cries
The stained glass saints avert their gaze
They've seen too much to speak these days
And every hand that passed the plate
Signed my silence into fate
Because Sunday is for silence not for sins
You dress my wounds in polished hymns
You preach of love then bolt the doors
While ghosts still sleep beneath your floors
Sunday is for silence so they say
Open your bibles and look away
But I was there You heard my sounds
Silence will never save this ground
The parish knew but held their tongues
The priest was old the girl was young
He raped her there then gave her blame
Then whispered prayers that bore her shame
They say the Lord forgives the damned
But will he also wash their hands?
The holy water tastes like fear
And mother pretends that God's still near
'Cause Sunday is for silence not for truth
You bury pain beneath the roof
You preach of love then bolt the doors
While ghosts still sleep beneath your floors
Sunday is for silence so they say
Open your bibles and look away
But I was there You heard my sounds
Silence will never save this ground
The pews are clean The air is cold
And no one speaks of what I've told
But every child who learned to kneel
Still wonders if the silence heals