Outcry

The children are speaking
The media's screening
There are voices being heard.
Now everyone's the audience and every thought is incredulous.
The spectical captivates the world.

Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you hear my pain.
Maturity and society are burning the same.
Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you heal their brains.
Outcried no one.
Oblivion an enemy we figure out our own way.

Some people believing
That what they're thinking
Is progress being made.
In some way I get that
In seriousness, in vain.
The culture taught us to scream.

Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you hear my pain.
Maturity and society are burning the same.
Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you heal their brains.
Outcried all of them.
Oblivion an enemy we figure out our own way.

I refuse to accept that it's all just a game
I see music made by the young all the same.
Sometimes it's healthy to say you know less then you claimed.

The people are dreaming
Some of them are singing
There are voices being heard.
Now our end is obvious and look at what it's costing us;
I don't think I can fix the world.