Oh Voice, my Voice, where do you hide?

Why are you afraid to make yourself known?

To stand up for your rights and declare your stance

And to rise from the flooding swamps would be at least ideal.

They have formed robots that all walk in a line.

They are programed to beat down those who dare to even think for themselves.

To those who glance to look for a better way- 

Harassment.

To those who step out of line-

Rejection.

To those who stop to think even-

They are punished and forced to walk ahead.

Oh Voice, my Voice, where do you hide?

Oh Sea of Screams, where is my freedom?

Where can I stand without being attacked anytime I dare to stand.

Oh Voice, my Voice;

Come out.