I'm not dead yet,
the blood pumping in my veins is still wet.

Television overtake me,
silence me,
with your narrative.
No!
Let me speak.

I will shout!
I will scream!
I have a voice inside this dream!

hunger,
starving jews,
piles of dead from the khmer rouge.
Cancer, disease and death,
salty tears of the ones still left.
Kittens,
fried in a microwave,
eyes burning and boiling brains.
Madness,
reality's slave.


**** and **** and torture.
hunger,
starving jews,
piles of dead from the khmer rouge.

Suicide,
smothering thoughts,
Winds blow sails to the last resort,
A mother left her child at port.

-
and my mind goes round and round and round...
Stop the countdown! lift off of the ground.
Rocket ships flying through stars,
Forget the fears and trust the scars.
-

*******,
cut down,
pain flowers in the ****** ground,
screams from the earth of an idea.

... and then there's my million microscopic fears,
That I'm not good,
and this will end in tears.

No!
Let me speak.

I will shout!
I will scream!
I have a voice inside this dream!