hear you scream
Title: The Honest Noise Hey there, I hear you screaming, through the hollow plaster walls Echoing the breaking promises and the silent calls. They stand outside the wreckage, shaking their well-meaning heads Telling stories of sunrise, while the foundation sheds. You tried the quiet patience, you tried the measured breath, But the blueprint of tomorrow is falling into death. And everyone around you, they clear their throat and speak, With their smooth, rehearsed solutions for the desperate and the meek. They always know the cure, the method to be calm, But their textbook broke to powder when you heard the first alarm. And I know they say it ain't gonna help, this desperate, ragged sound, They promise you that it's gonna be okay, when the pieces scatter round. But when the world is falling to your feet, and sanity gives way, You don't choose the volume, you don't turn off the noise— You just scream what you gotta say. The scream is the only honest thing that you have left to prove. You don’t want their pity, or their gentle, patronizing touch, You just want them to acknowledge that it hurts this goddamn much. The weight of the inevitable, settling on your chest, Makes every single quiet moment feel like a failed test. They tell you silence is dignified, that rage will leave you weak, That if you just hold on a little longer, hope is what you'll seek. But hope is a luxury, baby, when the ground beneath your shoes Is splitting wide, displaying everything that you are about to lose. So let them stand there watching, clutching their useless prayer, They think it’s just a tantrum, something you should repair. But this isn't manipulation, it isn’t a plea for grace, It’s the raw, undeniable sound of impact in this place And I know they say it ain't gonna help, this desperate, ragged sound, They promise you that it's gonna be okay, when the pieces scatter round. But when the world is falling to your feet, and sanity gives way, You don't choose the volume, you don't turn off the noise— You just scream what you gotta say. The scream is the only honest thing that you have left to prove. It’s not just noise, it’s the definition of the pressure you withstood. It’s the sound of knowing what they won’t—that nothing stays good. It’s the refusal to whisper when the damage is this loud. It’s simply gravity winning, drowning out the crowd. They want comfort, they want quiet, but you need the release. You need the shriek to shatter the lie of internal peace And I know they say it ain't gonna help, this desperate, ragged sound, They promise you that it's gonna be okay, when the pieces scatter round. But when the world is falling to your feet, and sanity gives way, You don't choose the volume, you don't turn off the noise— You just scream what you gotta say. The scream is the only honest thing that you have left to prove. Yeah, I hear you screaming... (Scream) I hear you screaming... It won't make it okay... But I hear you screaming... (Fades out with lingering echo of a vocal fry/gasp)
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Title: The Honest Noise Hey there, I hear you screaming, through the hollow plaster walls Echoing the breaking promises and the silent calls. They stand outside the wreckage, shaking their well-meaning heads Telling stories of sunrise, while the foundation sheds. You tried the quiet patience, you tried the measured breath, But the blueprint of tomorrow is falling into death. And everyone around you, they clear their throat and speak, With their smooth, rehearsed solutions for the desperate and the meek. They always know the cure, the method to be calm, But their textbook broke to powder when you heard the first alarm. And I know they say it ain't gonna help, this desperate, ragged sound, They promise you that it's gonna be okay, when the pieces scatter round. But when the world is falling to your feet, and sanity gives way, You don't choose the volume, you don't turn off the noise— You just scream what you gotta say. The scream is the only honest thing that you have left to prove. You don’t want their pity, or their gentle, patronizing touch, You just want them to acknowledge that it hurts this goddamn much. The weight of the inevitable, settling on your chest, Makes every single quiet moment feel like a failed test. They tell you silence is dignified, that rage will leave you weak, That if you just hold on a little longer, hope is what you'll seek. But hope is a luxury, baby, when the ground beneath your shoes Is splitting wide, displaying everything that you are about to lose. So let them stand there watching, clutching their useless prayer, They think it’s just a tantrum, something you should repair. But this isn't manipulation, it isn’t a plea for grace, It’s the raw, undeniable sound of impact in this place And I know they say it ain't gonna help, this desperate, ragged sound, They promise you that it's gonna be okay, when the pieces scatter round. But when the world is falling to your feet, and sanity gives way, You don't choose the volume, you don't turn off the noise— You just scream what you gotta say. The scream is the only honest thing that you have left to prove. It’s not just noise, it’s the definition of the pressure you withstood. It’s the sound of knowing what they won’t—that nothing stays good. It’s the refusal to whisper when the damage is this loud. It’s simply gravity winning, drowning out the crowd. They want comfort, they want quiet, but you need the release. You need the shriek to shatter the lie of internal peace And I know they say it ain't gonna help, this desperate, ragged sound, They promise you that it's gonna be okay, when the pieces scatter round. But when the world is falling to your feet, and sanity gives way, You don't choose the volume, you don't turn off the noise— You just scream what you gotta say. The scream is the only honest thing that you have left to prove. Yeah, I hear you screaming... (Scream) I hear you screaming... It won't make it okay... But I hear you screaming... (Fades out with lingering echo of a vocal fry/gasp)