A series of loud noises

[Em - C - D/E slide - Esus2-Em(5)]
A stanza with no meter

A lot of the time I'm followed around
by a crowd of naysayers and detractors.
Their criticism is way beyond what could be considered
constructive.
On the contrary, it's nothing but aspersions.
Insults cast out from some ivory tower
With residence in the mirror

[Em - C - D - Gmaj - Cmaj7sus4]
All hope appears to be diminished
It's looking bad
No it's not looking good

The wolves are right on my heels
I can't weather the storm of noise
The shoulds and musts, the don'ts and the woulds
Bear so heavy, raining pure lye
There's nothing that can be done
Sound the retreat, put up the flags
Lie prostrate in your lies
[E-F-F#-G dim]

All love is gone, nothing is possible
The only thing I have left
Is a pitiful shell
A laughable caricature
That no one else seems to see

This is it
It's over
And into the bus lane I run
And into the sea I jump
Just to make it quiet again

Silences are sometimes the loudest
Silence is often sometimes the loudest
Oh silence is sometimes the loudest thing
Silence is the often sometimes the loudest
[E5+5th - C5+5th]

And then I wake up
But I never once slept
The sun won't let me rest
[Gmaj - Amaj]

Silence is the loudest
[E5+5th - C5+5th]