Lost Generation

I'm scared to talk 'cause you're afraid to listen.
Will your judging eyes bring down heavens fury?
I might not say a lot, but I'll speak my heart.
So judge if you will, 'cause I won't stop screaming...
This is why we are here, broken, bruised, beaten down, feeling used by the ones we put our trust in, the ones who deserve it least.
This is why we are here, disgruntled youth in a room screaming 'till our lungs are sore, 'cause this is where we're safe.
And I owe you nothing, this is not my apology. Instead this is to say that I'll carry this burden with or without help from the likes of you.
And as I stand here a broken man, filled with broken words (and empty hands) I'll keep singing broken songs to my one true love.
So now there's broken windows in the halls of the church, 'cause you cast the first stone.
So now a cold breeze sends a chill up your spine as you see nothing's left, nothing's left...
This is why we are here, broken, bruised, beaten down, feeling used by the ones we put our trust in, the ones who deserve it least.
This is why we are here, disgruntled youth in a room screaming 'till our lungs are sore, 'cause this is where we're safe.
This is why we are here, to give all that we have to give, to hold nothing back in fear of regret.
This is why we are here, even after our voices have gone,
I'll still scream until you hear me, until you hear me, until you hear me, until you hear me...