The disconnect is welling up
And good intentions are not enough
Your words are weary, their hearts are strained
And idle vows find the deepest pains
I'm sick, I'm tired of hollow hope
Of promises empty, your way with words
They're feeding back inside my head
Oh, the things I could say that won't change a thing
I am not the same
I won't feed on fame
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
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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 am not the same
I won't feed on fame
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 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, I am dissonant
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(A violence of colour)
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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 sound the same
If I will make a change
It's by my words and not my name