the gathering
marooned
I know from a lesser tribe I suppose the range of my intelligence is way too wide And you don't see me 'cause I don't have much to say My emotional outlet is consuming the better part of me And apart from the wrong words a tortured cry is making me see That you don't see me 'cause I don't have much to say hours and hours of jealousy are passing me by Although hollow silence is the only wave going through your brain And you don't see me