This Angry Silence

I hear my father shouting at my mother in the room next door
He's always threatening to pack his bags 'cause he can't take it anymore
And my brother's anorexic but no-one seems to care about the state he's in
And my sister's in a club, she's a barmaid in a pub and my mother's full of gin

This angry silence...

I spend the days on my own writing silly poetry
Writing poems for the girl I love but she doesn't love me
And I'm scared to go out at night, it's not safe on the streets
And it's hard to disagree in today's society you can't trust anyone you meet

This angry silence...

Listen, listеn, listen... this angry silence...
Listеn, listen, listen... this angry silence...
Listen, listen, listen... this angry silence...
Listen, listen, listen... this angry silence...

This angry silence