The Screamer
Someone is screaming in the back of my mind
A throat murdering scream happening all the time
She’s crying and I see her but don't know what to do
Sometimes her tears run red sometimes purple sometimes blue
I don't know if there is meaning behind the hues
There is a woman screaming in the back of my mind
She’s always on her knees with her face to the sky
Her hands in fist with her wrist turned up
But sometimes she pounds the ground like she’s had enough...
A throat murdering scream happening all the time
She’s crying and I see her but don't know what to do
Sometimes her tears run red sometimes purple sometimes blue
I don't know if there is meaning behind the hues
There is a woman screaming in the back of my mind
She’s always on her knees with her face to the sky
Her hands in fist with her wrist turned up
But sometimes she pounds the ground like she’s had enough...