Hung Jury

If this was so important 
don't you think you 
Would be the one to speak up 
Your appearance is all the craze 
It means nothing when you buy your way in 

I'm falling on broken hands 
And I have lost my voice 
What can we say 
It's all been said 
The voice of the kids is dictated 
By the fashion and the latest trends 

I hope that one day 
You wake up and realize 
You've lost 
You'll live with the emptiness 

This has been said so many times 
But it falls on deaf ears 
We can let it die 
Or we can choose to fight