I write up a lot of forgettable songs but never post them. This one I actually really like. I wrote it after my philosophy teacher talked about civil liberty and the state being like a "Parent" to us. I raised the analogy of kidnappers(Hence "Stockholm Syndrome") and he loved it. It isn't really finished, I really need to work on the bridge, it isn't strong enough, it's more like a verse just sung differently(not that anyone here can see it XD) Anyway.... Your gun and our lives in your hand, Still you said that you had no choice. You meant it, I heard the sadness in your voice. You're right, yet so wrong, and I'll show you why. Go on, whip me, but I won't dare cry. I'll fight back and scream with my head up high, Like so many won't dare! Yeah! Never have I seen before (So many...) Lives held behind one door....Yeah! Never have I heard before (So little...) Strength from screaming voices! Hands tied and up against wall, Still I feel like I have a choice. My mouth's gagged, but I feel I have a voice! And I'll use it, 'till it's gone, with the rest of me, But so many don't care! Yeah! Never have I seen before (So many...) Life stories, behind one door...yeah! Never have I heard before (So little...) Strength, so many voices! So here I am, with my hand on this megaphone, I'll give the command and we'll take this home! So I turn around, and scream so proudly... To an audience of no one! Yeah! Never have I seen before (So many...) Crushed dreams, trapped inside these doors...yeah! Never have I heard before (So little...) Strength, so many voices! So little strength, so many voices! So little strength, so many voices! So little strength, so many voices! So little strength, so many voices... I scream out loud with your silent thoughts. So little strength, so many voices. So little strength, so many voices.
