Look at the ink on your palms

Tracing lines that don't lead anywhere at all

You’re counting the echoes

Waitin’ for a ghost to answer the call

The mirror is a stranger

Selling truths you can't afford to buy

The weight of the air

The way that you stare

It’s heavy, it’s cold

It’s a story untold

So tell me, what’s the price of the silence?

What’s the price, yeah

When the world is a map you can’t read?

Is it the hunger? Or is it the need?

Just a habit you’ve learned to feed

Don't look for the exit

The walls are just ideas we built too high

You’re holding the matches

But you’re afraid of the light in the sky

Stop digging for reasons

The ground is too hard for your hands to try

Maybe there’s nothing...

Maybe it’s just the wind

Knocking on the wood of your heart

Wondering where to begin...

So tell me, what’s the price of the silence?

Give me the truth now

When the world is a map you can’t read?

Is it the hunger? Or is it the need?

Just a habit you’ve learned to feed

What does it mean?

What does it mean?