Hands Like Houses - I Am lyrics

The disconnect is welling up And good intentions are not enough Your words are weary, their hearts are strained And idle vows find the deepest pains I'm sick, I'm tired of hollow hope Of promises, empty, your way with words They're feeding back inside my head Oh, the things I could say that won't change a thing I am not the same I won't feed on fame You're one of a thousand voices In my head that all just sound the same If mine never made a difference It won't make the meaning change You're one of a thousand voices In my head that all just sound the same If I will make a change It's by my words and not my name I'm tired, I'm sick of misfit beggars With able tongues and easy outs I hear you clearer than you hear yourself Bite down on your blindness and spit it out I am not the same I won't feed on fame You're one of a thousand voices In my head that all just sound the same If mine never made a difference It won't make the meaning change You're one of a thousand voices In my head that all just sound the same If I will make a change It's by my words and not my name I won't sink into a sea of grey (The violence of colour) I won't melt into the choir of angels I'll step up and scream, I am dissonant (The violence of colour) You're one of a thousand voices In my head that all just sound the same If mine never made a difference It won't make the meaning change You're one of a thousand voices In my head that sound the same If I will make a change It's by my words and not my name