[Screamed] Opinions... Opinions... [Guitar & Drum Solo Haunting] Every room’s got a prophet with a cracked screen halo Thumbs on fire, talk brave in the soft glow Paragraph gangsters, caps-lock commandos Typing out wars they could never hold a candle to Everyone a surgeon on a stranger’s life Cutting with a comment like a rusted knife Tell you how to fix what they’ve never survived Whole lotta “do this” from people who’ve never tried [Screamed] They’ll break your ribs with a “just my two cents” Then shrug when it bleeds, say “no offense” High on the sound of their own reflections Low when it’s time for real-world corrections [Pre-Chorus] All these big mouths, paper-spine courage Preach revolution from a folding chair When it’s time to move, when it’s time to surface Funny how the room starts thinning out air [Guitar and Drum solo] [Chorus Screamed] Everybody got an opinion, nobody got a plan Big talk, small backbone, empty hands All wind when the stakes start climbing Can’t pay the cost of their mouth kept running They love the noise, hate the consequence Quick to judge, slow to make any sense All bark ‘til the fight needs someone in it Everybody got a word, nobody wants to live it [Guitar & Drum Solo] [Call and response screaming to rapping] You say “let’s help,” they say “someone should” You say “let’s go,” they say “wish we could” Post a black square, call it “doing good” Then scroll past blood like it’s understood Hashtag heroes with a Wi-Fi shield Frontline warriors from the comfort field They’ll draw your map, never touch the road Tell you how to carry what they’ve never held alone Mouths write checks that their feet don’t cash Sermons in the comments, silence in the crash They’ll light the fuse then step way back Watch it all burn, say “that’s just facts” [Pre-Chorus] All these big mouths, no calloused hands No dirt on the boots, no changed plans When it’s time to stand, time to do something They ghost the cost of their own mouth running [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Everybody got an opinion, nobody got a plan Big talk, small backbone, empty hands All wind when the stakes start climbing Can’t pay the cost of their mouth kept running They love the noise, hate the consequence Quick to judge, slow to make any sense All bark ‘til the fight needs someone in it Everybody got a word, nobody wants to live it [Guitar Solo Haunting] [Bridge] I’m tired of the echoes dressed up like truth Of billboard morals with no living proof If you’re gonna speak on the weight I lift Show me the scars, not the clever script Stop laying bricks on a house you won’t enter Stop drawing targets you’ll never stand center If your “should” never walks out your front door Maybe shut your mouth and listen more [Breakdown Call and response screaming and rapping] Less “you should,” more “I will” Less noise, more still Less pointing, more palms open wide If your voice is a weapon, put your body beside [Final Chorus] Everybody got an opinion, I’m done with that show If your words don’t walk, I don’t need to know Keep your throne made of plastic and bluffing I’ve seen the bill for your loud-mouth nothing ‘Cause I’d rather move quiet, skin in the game Than shout from the bleachers and dodge the flame You can keep your crown of hollow assumptions— I’ve learned the cost of my own mouth running. [Guitar and Drum Outro]
