the street outside is orange
perhaps it's the streetlight
or maybe the world is on fire
i am fine with both
shut the music in my ears
i need to hear that same old sound
of the endless scream that comes and goes
surrounded by the noise that's all around
eyeballs straining to pop out
while the throat dries up exhaling
till the scream is but a wheeze
that could mean just about anything
perhaps it's just rage
frustration or fear
it could be the horror
the boredom or pain
it could be the question
it could be the answer
and when it all ends
the scream will remain
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i scream, you scream, we all scream together
perhaps it's the streetlight
or maybe the world is on fire
i am fine with both
shut the music in my ears
i need to hear that same old sound
of the endless scream that comes and goes
surrounded by the noise that's all around
eyeballs straining to pop out
while the throat dries up exhaling
till the scream is but a wheeze
that could mean just about anything
perhaps it's just rage
frustration or fear
it could be the horror
the boredom or pain
it could be the question
it could be the answer
and when it all ends
the scream will remain
---------------------------------------------
i scream, you scream, we all scream together
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