| It appears as though you have a voice |
| But it’s just a wall to scream at |
| Give them a platform |
| And they will talk over each other |
| Unable to agree on the bigger picture |
| Give them a mirror |
| And they will remain silent and transfixed |
| By painting their own portrait |
| To resemble an activist |
| You sure put the ‘act' into political action |
| And while you talk about change |
| You don’t make it happen |
| Trapped inside the venting system |
| Losing the steam required to gain real momentum |
| It appears as though you have a voice |
| But it’s just a wall to scream at |
| Instead we argue within the microcosm |
| Trading all our information |
| For filters and a podium |
| Stop carrying that square blanket |
| You’re so easily distracted |
| Scrolling and scrolling |
| But never scratching the surface |
| Of how much freedom we sacrifice |
| When we pour ourselves into a device |
| Just to hold the bragging rights |
| We pale against the unnatural light |
| Of a screen the sucks up, sucks up most of our lives |
| So invested, yet so dissatisfied |
| If you mean what you say, then step away from stage |
| Use the voice that cannot be wiped |
| If you mean what you say, then step away from the stage |
| Lose the voice that’s frustratedly typed |
| Walk away from your image |
| And take it outside |
| Walk away, just walk away |