I want the world. I want the world to state it's cause. What do you want? Scream it out loud! How can you be heard if you don't ever make a sound? Are your secrets safe and buried somewhere below, Where you know I won't show my face? I want the world. I want the world to state it's cause. After all, I cling to it's branches, twisted and ridged. Turn young hands old. I could but just won't leave till I've seen the roots beneath. I would but just can't seem to ignore what I can't see. I want the world. I want the world to state it's cause, roots and all. State it's cause, to me.