A Wilhelm Scream

The knife of the rope or the lemon, this brain and I The sight of the drop got me off the roof Hey, the garage looks cleaner when you look at it sideways From high To finally admit we are born alone And that your only one's got an only one of their o

The room's new carpet and the walls' apartment hue Add to the visitor feeling I'm used to The morning windows freezing from outside Wakes me up Losing air to the falling light Angel, you picked me up, but the devil wants me too I never gave a fuck, s

Take this record. Start with self-mockery. A master work of toilet tissue, but the words are sexy. To a happy corpse; washed up, I am already. I went from a romantic dream to a wet spot on the sheets. Give it one last try til the next one more last t

If I can, then I will twist this knife until it snaps at the hilt To make you feel this damage done is real When I will I recover from a wound that never heals? The answer's always never, forget November and suffer with a smile Blood-soaked t-shirt w

I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag my losses home. And we float with parasites all our lives. There's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. There's me, the embodiment of how slow life can be. There's me. Their dead eyes are gl

Fuck genius, what's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning, let's drop them I know where they can go, your neck is blocking the hole Let's start from zero, now listen close This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world We're slaves to radios, w

Tearing up the walls, scratching out her name. Staring up the walls, dulling up the razor blade. I'm washing it down. Watch me call the port on. I'm washing it down. Watch me fall. It's the shock of the sound of the ants. To carry me off towards home

The sudden sight of mirrors brought the hero's demise Hey operator, operator, stop acting civilized I want to be you And the ones to resurrect sex and death bought the copyright They ate shit on the record, did you get the mix right? Not quite, I wan

I am just waiting in a room I only sleep but half the time I am berating onlookers now Silently greeting pleasant eyes Hello I am just waiting in a room My mind will slip from time to time I am relaying from the roof now Messages bouncing from the wi

Take the honest side. A gentleman would call it slanderous. It takes a man to cry, but I just put a brick through every bird's nest. Take me out to the parking lot. I'm fine. Flattery is dead, romance is next. You never wanted to touch me when I was