the scream is in your head now you don t want to be in here the silence starts to shout the noises will move on now you can get on out of here what are you wishing for will you feel up to the scheme time is standing still you have a two way gun that gun is breaking in your head like a pin your voice is just a whispering facer and will you tell the world your fears tell me now facer will your eyes see the brightening light or will they hide into the night your system seems to be like a rigor it s not a real rot what you now want to see the rising sun to make a clean sweep of your scrape and inside your head you visualize your plight still searching for the light and you haven t been completely truthful or real i want to make you feel the scrapes are reigning here