The voice of a so called passing trend, we’ll look back and wonder why this did not end. I’m screaming out for a change, but this potential going to waste. Someone I never wanted to hear, your voice screaming in my ear. Telling me that I’m wrong, telling me that I don’t belong. Now I’m stained like the glass that you thrust upon me. I’m broken and I’m lonely and I’m weak. Shunned for my personal beliefs, it’s sad and it’s pathetic that way you preach. How can we be saved when you won’t save a dying man collapsed on the pavement? How can we, how can we be saved? Someone I never wanted to hear, your voice screaming in my ear. Telling me that I’m wrong, telling me that I don’t belong. The fragile life that you have made has been crumbling under its weight, and now the water will wash it away. It will wash it away. How can we be saved when you won’t save a dying man collapsed on the pavement? How can we, how can we be saved? The voice of a so called passing trend, we’ll look back and wonder why this did not end. I’m screaming out for a change, but this potential going to waste. Shouting fire in a crowded room is just the same. Shouting fire in a crowded room is just the same. Someone I never wanted to hear, your voice screaming in my ear. Telling me that I’m wrong, telling me that I don’t belong.
