My man love my first love
My closetness and pain
My lying my deceiving
My rivers keep on crying
My father my action man
My hiding in the crowd
My mother my sisters eyes
My seniors and their prying
My freedom my prison cell
My tempting to destroy
My fantasies my lost control
My confusion disillusion
My hero my schoolboy
My physical abuse
My loneliness my aching brain
My pounding in the head
Machismo my manhood
My wanting just to scream
Scream yeah yeah heah
No friends – don’t want them
Just fans to serve your needs
Make money – they adore you
On subservience your ego’s fed
Grey matter
Under grey face
You’re so witty
We’re so base
Grey matter
Under grey face
You’re so witty
We’re so base
They’re screaming for you, for you
They don’t know what’s true
What’s real
Who cares
Kill this scene with your power
Get your contract – distort the facts
You can use and abuse us
We’re so mindless we won’t react
Grey matter
Under grey face
You’re so witty
We’re so base
Grey matter
Under grey face
You’re so witty
We’re so base
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
They’re screaming for you, for you
They don’t know what’s true
What’s real
Who cares
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.
My man love my first love
My closetness and pain
My lying my deceiving
My rivers keep on crying
My father my action man
My hiding in the crowd
My mother my sisters eyes
My seniors and their prying
My freedom my prison cell
My tempting to destroy
My fantasies my lost control
My confusion disillusion
My hero my schoolboy
My physical abuse
My loneliness my aching brain
My pounding in the head
Machismo my manhood
My wanting just to scream
Scream yeah yeah heah
