If there is nothing left you want to hear There's nothing left for me to say There's only one thing left for you to fear The one thing I'm going to say I was talking to you The politics of sound Meant nothing to you The politics of sound You must expect the worst from me To hide your ears with your hands I wonder what the very worst could be I take the matter in my hands I was talking to you The politics of sound Meant nothing to you The politics of sound The politics of sound The politics of sound