Settle down I want you to hear this.
I want to set a fire as I touch your lips.
You complain and I tell you that it’s okay.
I set a fire we could be in hell anyway.
Something’s down I won’t hear the end of it.
I want to walk on water of the ocean.
My teeth are rotting and so is my mind.
I’ll never be fine with my affliction.
There’s a voice and it whispers to me.
I hear the screams,
but they are really inside of me.
I complain you don’t understand anyway.
I need a muse to take this all away.
I hear the screams,
I hear the words,
I hear the sound,
I heard the world.
I hear the screams,
that echo through the night.
I hear the words,
of a looming fight.
I hear the sound,
with strike on a book of matches.
I heard the world,
with all their lies and all their laughter.
I hear them,
I hear them.
Stay a while,
you need to hear the end of this.
With my rouge thoughts,
I am a heritic.
No platform to tell you that this is the way.
No story to tell that sees the light of day.
I hear the screams,
I hear the words,
I hear the sound,
I heard the world.
I hear the screams,
like drowning the light of me.
I hear the words,
of a impending catastrophe.
I hear the sound,
as I add the gasoline.
I heard the world,
when it was took from me.
I hear them.
I hear them.
