Disturbed - The sound of silence

^EmHello darkness, my old ^Dfriend, I've come to talk with you ^Emagain, Because a vision softly^C cree^Gping, Left its seeds while I was^C slee^Gping, And the ^Cvision that was planted in my ^Gbrain Still re^Emmains within the ^Dsound of ^Emsilence.

In restless dreams I walked ^Dalone Narrow streets of cobble^Emstone, 'neath the halo of a ^Cstreet ^Glamp, I turned my collar to the col^Cd and ^Gdamp When my ^Ceyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon ^Glight That split the ^Emnight and touched the ^Dsound of ^Emsilence.

And in the naked light I ^Dsaw Ten thousand people, maybe ^Emmore. People talking without^C spea^Gking, People hearing without^C list^Gening, People writing ^Csongs that voices never ^Gshare And no one ^Emdare, disturb the ^Dsound of ^Emsilence.

Fools said I, you do not ^Dknow Silence like a cancer ^Emgrows. Hear my words that I might ^Cteach ^Gyou, Take my arms that I might^C reach ^Gyou. But my ^Cwords like silent raindrops ^Gfell, And ^Emechoed in, in the ^Dwells of ^Emsilence

And the people bowed and ^Dprayed To the neon God they ^Emmade. And the sign flashed out it's ^Cwarn^Ging, In the words that it wa^Cs for^Gming. And the sign said, the ^Cwords of the prophets are written on the subway ^Gwalls and tenement ^Emhalls. And whisper'd in the ^Dsounds of ^Emsilence.