This silence is violence, a non-aggressive scienceOf tie-lips and sighing and ways of justifyingOur actions so clearly for someone we love dearlyI wish you'd just hurt me so we could all move onFeed me, oh, I'll stab you while I'm sleeping soundCause I have found that you, oh, have this awful wayOf poisoning my senses when you don't respond to meThis silence is violence, a non-aggressive scienceOf tie-lips and sighing and ways of justifyingOur actions so clearly for someone we love dearlyI wish you'd just hurt me so we could all move onWhy speak, oh, when you never listenSo much, oh, for idle supervisionI know, oh, the power that I haveBut I'm only using, oh, super-rich pasturesOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohThis silence is violence, a non-aggressive scienceOf tie-lips and sighing and ways of justifyingOur actions so clearly for someone we love dearlyI wish you'd just hurt me so we could all move onGod, she is beautiful when she is madI'm quite aroused but I can't show myAnd I just pretend to text on my phoneBut inside my blood starts to boilShoot me, oh, poison my martiniThrow out my vintage friend of tellingThen I may get some sleepIf you would just punch this cheekOkayThis silence is violence, a non-aggressive scienceIs violence, a non-aggressive scienceOf talents, and sighing, and ways of justifyingOur actions, so clearly, to someone we love dearlyI wish you'd just let me, so we could all move onYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah*