Scream Lyrics

Mankind prefers to see themselves magnificent

The peak of all life, while the truth is often dissonant

Humanity fears truth, favoring their ignorance

Until at last, they see mankind is insignificant

The whispers are frightening,the screams are louder

Your sanity breaks as you fall from power

The paintings, the patterns, they all grip and grasp me

They show me the key to be finally free

As the sky turned scarlet, I see something amiss

The swirls in the water, the texture of the bridge

As I looked all around me, on the old crossway

I saw the truth, blinding me, like glares of neon rays

The brushes, the strokes

I paint until I choke

The whispers surround me

They cut through my throat

I don't know what it means, but I now feel free

Now knowing what has been, what is, and will be

Mixing the colors, weaving the patterns

Exposing the lunatic truth that I had learned

Am I going crazy, nothing is familiar

All faces are blank, now just masks on a figure

Seeing dark reflections of an alternate world

Reality breaks as my mind unfurls

Every brush, every stroke, every splotch of ink

Shows another lie that was left unturned

The whispers are frightening,the screams are louder

Your sanity breaks as you fall from power

The paintings, the patterns, they all grip and grasp me

They show me the key to be finally free

What will you do, when your world breaks at the seams

All you can do, is try not to scream!

Creators often try to express something greater in their work

But sometimes, these creators find what they made to be nothing but true

I wake up from the nightmare, but it all comes back

Never sleeping, losing all the sanity I lack

Life is broken, now replaced with that horrid painting

Little semblance of what used to be now remaining

I hear something calling my name

I feel myself going insane

I can barely hold in the pain

I can't let what I saw die in vain

Give in to the voices, drown out the lies

Give in, rejoice as the truth shall arise

Give in, it destroys us and all we surmise

Hear, as the bell rings to your final day

Hear all the screams as the world decays

Hear, we rejoice in the silence and pray

In the strokes of pigment, a message could be found

Comprised of a mind deteriorated and unsound

What's unknown is best left forgotten

Lest you might turn your mind rotten to the core

The call of the voices drive you

You'll find out their truths are but lies

You keep going, following through

Yet all that I ask is why

The whispers are frightening,the screams are louder

Your sanity breaks as you fall from power

The paintings, the patterns, they all grip and grasp me

They show me the key to be finally free

What will you do, when your world breaks at the seams

All you can do, is try not to scream

The day darkens, the mind unravels at the seams

The paintings, they beckon with the sounds of screams

Driving yourself to all these extremes

Just to get the truth out!

The whispers are frightening,the screams are louder

What can I do but scream

Truly a tragic ending to this tale.

A painter forcing himself to the bone, inspired by incomprehensible truth, dead by his canvas.

Truly a moment of tragic irony.