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

 

 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 a sea of grey 

 (The violence of colour)

 I won't melt into the choir of angels

 I'll step up and scream, I am dissonant 

 

 

 (The violence of colour)

 

 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