Everyday there's someone asking,
"What is there to do,
should I love or should I fight
is it all the same to you?".
No, I say, I have the answer
proven to be true,
but if I were to share it with you,
you would stand to gain
and I to lose.
Oh I couldn't bear it,
so I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Every morning pressure forming,
all around my eyes.
Ceilings crash, the walls collapse,
broken by the lies
that your misfortune brought upon us
and I won't disguise them.
So don't ask me will I explain -
I won't even begin to tell you why.
No, just because I have a name,
well I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Climb a tower of freedom,
paint your own deceiving sign.
It's not my power
to criticize or to ask you to be blind,
to your own pressing problem
and the hate you must unwind.
So ask of me no answer
there is none that I could give
you wouldn't find.
I went your way ten years ago
and I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.