The screams release the dark shadows
That you all have caused...

In my attic there is a story
Of a man made cocky from all his glory...

No one person can predict the future.
That is why many are afraid of it...

Trapped inside these 4 walls I hear many things.
I hear yelling, I hear crying, I hear police...

The Screams can’t be heard
The Pain can’t be seen...

Running from the sadness
Running from the pain...

I am the invisible girl in the background
Being careful not to make a sound...

In the beginning of your life you search for it
But later on it all becomes shit...