The Darkness

The darkness plays a silent song
Played but as if nothing’s wrong
It doesn’t know that men will die
And at home their children cry
It doesn’t know that as we sleep
Robbers in our bedroom creep
It doesn’t know the sins of whores
Who bargain off their sex and more
It doesn’t know when people drink
Then drive and kill and nothing think
The darkness is so innocent
It never has the slightest hint
That all these things are going wrong
While it plays its silent song