I wanna be really loud
who made me a fucking babysitter
i'm to young ito deliver
make haste to the litany of waste
i've got but one face comprehend
i'm not your slave to come to defence

I need to breath
but your crowding me so much
the price of fame is but
I need to see just what you think of me
the weight of name is but

I wanna be really loud
conduct my sound accordingly
pass it around until i'm free
make haste the litany of waste
a child born of standards means
and thrust below where nothing means
a thing but on a rarity
they dream