i scream, you scream, we all scream for a break

in a land of "freedom" and "liberty"
we all shriek for clarity
an escape from all the struggle and pain
when all our efforts were made in vain
a chance for redemption, for which you can atone
someone for company when you're left all alone

i scream, you scream, we all scream for an outlet

in a place where more is never enough
the plane of contentment remains untouched
we always shriek at each other, voices colder than dry ice
then all refuse to listen, self-righteous minds hard as gneiss
but in a world where my thoughts are worth more than yours
there are those who express with paper and pens, rather than our verbal swords

i scream, you scream, we all scream for something more

i am tired of shouting to 7 billion people who won't listen
lucky for me, my keyboard and pencil don't carry an opinion
true independence in expression exists in my written word
say what i want, despite anyone's beliefs, even if they haven't concurred
because people look at others without any kind of sonder
but my paper won't treat me like a stranger, whom with you don't have to bother