| Song | Little Black Fish |
| Artist | Duke Special |
| Album | Oh Pioneer |
| Lose your mortal arrows, the kind that shake the heart | |
| Lets not waste this chance to strike. | |
| Maybe theres a river that could take us to the sea | |
| This time silence is not golden, | |
| This time silence is not golden. | |
| Wait, I should not say this, there will be causalities, | |
| Better to die old and ignorant. | |
| Fear our threaten fathers and let the questions speak | |
| Still the tongue, whatever the price. | |
| Maybe a vision could help heart grind to turn | |
| Only if were breathing, theres books we havent burned. | |
| This time silence is not golden, voices must be heard, | |
| Come bury them, bury them, our weapons will be words. | |
| Love and death and | |
| God and failure, | |
| Soon will end the close. | |
| And everyone, everyone, theres more than what we are. | |
| Ive heard tales of the portman, the ocean and the swamp, | |
| But who was gone before us? | |
| Who was there to leave? | |
| Offending what was sacred, roading | |
| I believe. | |
| I think thats him, be the same, stay blind, stay blind | |
| This time silence is not golden, voices must be heard, | |
| Come bury them, bury them, our weapons will be words. | |
| Love and death and | |
| God and failure, | |
| Soon will end the close. | |
| And everyone, everyone, theres more than what we are. | |
| This time silence is not golden, | |
| This time silence is not golden, | |
| This time silence is not golden. |
| Lose your mortal arrows, the kind that shake the heart | |
| Let s not waste this chance to strike. | |
| Maybe there s a river that could take us to the sea | |
| This time silence is not golden, | |
| This time silence is not golden. | |
| Wait, I should not say this, there will be causalities, | |
| Better to die old and ignorant. | |
| Fear our threaten fathers and let the questions speak | |
| Still the tongue, whatever the price. | |
| Maybe a vision could help heart grind to turn | |
| Only if we re breathing, there s books we haven t burned. | |
| This time silence is not golden, voices must be heard, | |
| Come bury them, bury them, our weapons will be words. | |
| Love and death and | |
| God and failure, | |
| Soon will end the close. | |
| And everyone, everyone, there s more than what we are. | |
| I ve heard tales of the portman, the ocean and the swamp, | |
| But who was gone before us? | |
| Who was there to leave? | |
| Offending what was sacred, roading | |
| I believe. | |
| I think that s him, be the same, stay blind, stay blind | |
| This time silence is not golden, voices must be heard, | |
| Come bury them, bury them, our weapons will be words. | |
| Love and death and | |
| God and failure, | |
| Soon will end the close. | |
| And everyone, everyone, there s more than what we are. | |
| This time silence is not golden, | |
| This time silence is not golden, | |
| This time silence is not golden. |