Marooned – The Gathering

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 for jealousy
Are passing me by
Although hollow silence
Is the only wave
Going through your brain

And you don’t see me
‘Cause I don’t have much to say