Texty: Empty Vision. The Rise. The Shape.

Have we reached the point
Where words don?t seem to mean a thing
Where no one really cares about
Our views and what we think
The contents become secondary
Everyone?s watching the frame
Please tell me that there?s more
Than words that have nothing to say
Lift up your sweaty hands
Scream all your anger in my face
Show what this means to you
That there is more than just a shape
Let?s keep on screaming
Don?t let our voices hush
I?m not ashamed of my feelings
That will never rust
Every word that leaves my mouth
Everything I scream and shout
Reflects what?s deep inside of me
What I think and what I see
I will scream out my lungs
Until my voice is gone
I will scream out my lungs
Until my voice is gone
I won?t stop screaming
Until my voice is gone
For me it still has a meaning
I hope I?m not the only one
Those words I?m screaming
Are something I don?t want to miss
For me it still has a meaning
I hope I?m not alone in this