Screams

Screams. Screams. Screams. Screams. Screams.
He won’t feel that anymore
He has real things
Feelings inside
He knows where freedom really lies
The inside of his own self somewhere deep down
The circle of life will keep turning
He may not happy but he knows where he stands
The natural life of life of life
Ice-cold winters bring warmth in truth
Hiding under tables will always be not
Bottles and bottled silence
And the screams he hears no more
Will free him of everything
Il a la liberte.