Scheer Screaming
Screaming, screaming, screaming. Is these something you want, Is these something you need, Come in through the back door, When everyone is asleep. Shut up in a box, Tied up with ribbons, But now the box is breaking and, All my senses leaving me and : Screaming, screaming, screaming. Light from the bathroom, Leaks under the door, Crawls over the covers and, Touches the pillow, I feel you breath, slow on my neck, And then the room starts spinning and, All my life is flashing past and : Screaming, screaming, screaming. Screaming, screaming, screaming. Can you keep a secret, will it stay in your head, Or well I hear repeated all the things that I've said, I've locked this box, torn up these ribbons, But I still feel empty and, Oh my life is flashing past and : Screaming, screaming, screaming.
