You’re one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If mine never made a difference,
It won’t make the meaning change.
You’re one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If I will make a change,
It’s by my words and not my name.
I’m tired, I’m sick
Of misfit beggars
With able tongues and easy outs.
I hear you clearer than you hear yourself.
Bite down on your blindness, and spit it out.
I won’t sink into the sea of grey,
I won’t melt into the choir of angels.
I won’t sink into the sea of grey,
A violence of colour.
I won’t melt into the choir of angels,
I’ll step up and scream it