Everything is inside out, Everything is upside down, Truth is wearing somebody else's clothes, And nobody knows who's wearing the crown. Wisdom's been reduced to bumper stickers, Philosophy fits beneath a sign, Everybody's got a slogan for the universe, But nobody can explain the mind. They tell me, "Keep it simple." They tell me, "Don't think too deep." They tell me what I'm supposed to feel Before I even know what I believe. So I swallow all the questions That are screaming in my chest, Then wonder why the silence Never lets me rest. **So I want to sing out loud, I want to scream because it's real. I want to tear the silence open Just to prove that I can feel. If the world has turned inside out, Then turn me upside down— I'll scream until somebody hears me, I'll scream until I'm found.** Everybody's talking louder, But nobody's saying much. Words have lost their meaning From being printed on too much. "Be yourself" is on a coffee cup, "Change the world" is on a shirt, But somewhere underneath the slogans There's a human being that hurts. We've turned our deepest questions Into merchandise and memes, Made eternity a hashtag, Made reality a dream. We can argue about existence In a comment section fight, Then stare into the ceiling Alone at three o'clock at night. **And I don't want another slogan. I don't want another phrase. I want something that can reach me Through the darkness of these days. I want words that carry weight again, Words that make the silence shake. I want truth that costs me something, Something real enough to break.** **So I want to sing out loud, I want to scream because it's real. Not because I have the answers— Because I finally know I feel. I've got questions in my bloodstream, I've got thunder in my bones, And if nobody can explain me, I'll explain myself in song.** Everything is inside out. Everything is upside down. The wise are called ridiculous, The lost are wearing crowns. Everybody wants an answer That will fit inside a phrase, But some questions are too enormous For the language of our days. Maybe that's why I'm screaming. Maybe that's why I sing. Because there's something underneath us That is bigger than everything. And I don't know how to name it, I don't know what it means, But I know I can feel something Breaking through the seams. **So let me sing. Let me scream. Let me say what I mean. Let me stumble through the language Of a life I've never seen. I don't need to sound profound. I don't need to sound wise. I just need to tell the truth Before the truth gets sanitized.** Because philosophy was never meant To fit upon a bumper. And existence isn't something You can summarize in one-liners. We're finite little creatures Trying to comprehend forever, And maybe screaming is sometimes The only language we have left. **Everything is inside out. Everything is upside down. But somewhere underneath the chaos There's still solid ground. And if my voice is all I've got, Then I'll give it everything I've got. I'll sing until the walls come down. I'll scream because it's real.** And if they ask me what I'm saying— I'll say: **I'm alive.** **I'm hurting.** **I'm thinking.** **I'm feeling.** **I'm still here.** And that's more than a bumper sticker will ever be able to say.
