Текст песни: Whippersnapper. America's Favorite Pastime. Silent Crime.

I won't be the one to say everything's going to be alright even though I thought I caught you crying on the phone last night and how can I say that I know what it's like when there's nothing to believe in, there nobody listening? We've seen it all before, and the boy who lives next door, who gains your trust and has his way. and all the bruises heal, but not the shame inflicted by this viciousness and everyone's to blame. It's a known injustice, it's a silent crime that everyone pretends that they can't see She already locked away the memories inside and lives in a prison while he walks free. What kind of world have we become, has everybody lost control? Was there ever a time when anyone could feel safe wherever they go instead of living in fear suspecting everyone, nobody wants to get involved. Sit and watch your neighbors die, do you think that you're absolved? It's a known injustice, it's a silent crime that everyone pretends that they can't see She already locked away the memories inside and lives in a prison while he walks free, I think about it everyday and I don't think it's gonna change