Cacophony And Blinding Light

What choice do you have?
Indecision
What voice do I have
In this prison?

You hold my hand
With lust you're struck
Your holy land's
A clusterfuck

Get down
Bring it back around
Hometown
Stinging lack of sound
(How can you hear a thing in this cacophony?)

I must be deaf
For I can't hear
Of all that's left
I want you near

I reach inside
And pull you out
I hold no pride
Can do without

I've shown
All that I want known
Homegrown
Can't you share your own?
(Is anything visible within this blinding light?)