I watch from blackened bars, through the window to my soul. I stand behind closed doors, with a broken heart from shattered hope. I scrape and I claw through bloodstained walls, as they start caving in. I swear I'll fix this. But you just won't listen. I used to make a sound that shook the earth beneath me. Now, they're not even listening. I used to have a voice. I used to be so sure. I'd dream, they could never silence me. They're not even listening. I used to have a voice. I used to be so sure. Feeling trapped beneath the static. Inside a broken mind is the place that I call home. I let my thoughts unwind, as they leave my body panic prone. I beg for peace within me, as I lose a piece of me. Silent screams refuse to ring, cause hopelessness can't sing. I used to make a sound that shook the earth beneath me. Now, they're not even listening. I used to have a voice. I used to be so sure. I'd dream, they could never silence me. They're not even listening. I used to have a voice. I used to be so sure. Feeling trapped beneath the static. I used to make a sound that shook the earth beneath me. Now, they're not even listening. I used to have my voice. I used to… Dream, they could never silence me. They're not even listening. I used to have a voice. I used to be so sure. Feeling trapped beneath the static. Trapped beneath the static. Trapped beneath the static. Trapped beneath the static. Trapped beneath the static.