Democracy.exe.2.03

[Verse 1 – female-sung] Hundreds of letters (hunter) Each line a complaint, (anger) I’m sharp, precise, and clear, My voice belongs to the digital sphere. [Pre-chorus – male grave voice] What is it we seek? [Chorus – restrained – female voice] I spend my life praying — not to gods, but to peers, Pouring out feelings for so many ears. It was never meant to be all I am, I just want... a little “Well done,” or “Ma’am.” [Verse 2 – female voice] On forums, I start the boldest of threads, Five stars awarded for words that I’ve said. I challenge the best, impress the elite, Each point I make — exact and neat. [Pre-chorus – male grave voice] What is it we seek? [Chorus – graver – female voice] I spend my life praying — not to gods, but to crowds, Saying my truth where silence is loud. I don't want this to define who I am, I think I’m just yearning... for someone to understand. [Bridge – crescendo – female voice] I want to serve justice (your justice, I swear), Some kind of light to cut through despair. I wait to be heard, for sense to be found, (If I must...) I’ll take Justice to higher ground. [Pre-outro– male grave voice] And your griefs — what of those? [Outro – male voice, soft music] Sometimes around you, the world doesn’t speak, No answer, no tremble, no sign of the weak. You falter... no signal, no hand to deliver, They say you're not the one who holds us together. [Whispered – long pause] “Wheat and recognition only grow in good ground.”