Analysis of Dead Silence

In the city, dead silence is hard to find
In fact, it only exists as a sticky residue on the mind

You can get it in the same place
Where you'll never see the same face

And when you do, it doesn't pay to play nice
Why build connections when they melt like ice

The silence can cut through your electronics too
Devices that have replaced everyone you knew

You'll make your friends through the palm of your hand
Then watch them disappear into the falling sand

Glittering grains that land without a sound
Someday you'll find yourself buried under the mound