We are building a Silent race, within these silent walls
like lone men wandering silent in space, they crowd the silent halls.

We take the cutting blade & then we take away
the part of them that make them human.
We tend to separate, the ones that can't relate
to our world it's so inhuman.

We keep on sending men to space to try & find another race
while down here all the while, there's men locked up since infantile
but science hasn't got the time, to search a race that's not designed
for giving us new games to play, is this what we call civilized?

We are men of your silent race, reflections of you all
Lone men wandering silent in space, ask me what I saw.

They took the cutting blade & then they took away the part of me that made me human.
They tend to separate, the one's that can't relate to your world it's so inhuman.

The silent race don't realize that all our minds are circumcised by all the shit that's televised, it's hard for us to visualize. A world not based on tv shows, shopping malls, videos, brand new cars, designer clothes is this what you call civilized. . . civilized

We are men of your silent race We are men of old.
We are men of your silent race We are men of old.
(Every night & every day, I wonder why they keep me here locked away, in silence, solitude's a cold embrace)
We are men of your silent race, now it's time to revolt.