Lyrics Scream - Noah23, Ceschi

Scream

Noticed how my frown touches the ground?
And how my left eyebrow perfectly matches a scowl?
Fear me… or at least feel sorry…
Because my life has been a total mess
And I wouldn’t say that I’m all that depressed
But ultimately I’m the angriest person in the class
And I think I’m gonna blast!
What if I run through the race to the top of the mountain
There’s no one angrier than me!
At least in the latter half of the century
Scream!
If you’re the angriest one in the class
If you’re the person that just got your wallet jacked
If your car broke down
And your girlfriend left you
For your father cause he had more dollars
Scream!
If you woke up with a gun to your head
If every woman in the lake wants you dead
If you got fired from your job
Cause your manager hated the fact
That you wrote this pitiful song
I scream… you scream… tired of the routine
Up on the silver screen; it’s a silent movie
And I’m the director throwing a temper tantrum
Getting pissed off and smashing the cameras
Shout! Shout! Let it all out!
These are the things I can do without
So come on! I’m talking to you!
I wanna see everybody hollerin' to this new
Dam getting branded up in your brainstem
S to the C to the R to the E to the A to the M
Mayhemic chaos! Pull my own face off!
Scream! Like we a team in the play-offs
Unleash a mighty screech like Axl Rose
23 on the beat, it’s apropos
Me and Ceschi are the angriest apostles
Zoom in for a big close-up of my tonsils
Anger management is such a joke
Nothing can make me move this bloody knife from your throat
Woe is me, there’s no easter bunny
Or Santa for that matter just lies…
And as much as you try…
You’re never going to be happy
I always wake up on the wrong side
Of the bed every morning and all I do is sigh
All these anti-psychotics they never satisfy
Bet it’s kinda sad to see a grown man cry
But I swear to god that I’m
Gonna put the perpetual cycle of lies
That I’ve been fed since I was in high
There’s nothing to do but
Stop pressuring me! I’m not psycho god damn it!
Save that shit for Michael and Janet!
A laughing lunatic burning down your bungalow
You can’t help but curse when you stub your toe
It sounds like the name of a would-be roller-coaster
Beating your brain cells and ???
I’m going over the edge and taking everyone with me
Scream like a drill Sargent drop and give me fifty
The cars' totally empty gotta walk to the gas station
I was totally angry, now I’ve lost all patience
So don’t make me aim this squirt gun at that head of yours, if you’re allergic
to water; you’ll be dead for sure!
Forever more you’ll be ceasing all breathing, actually
You’ve been buried alive and you’re still screaming!
I’m meaner than mean like Oscar the Grouch
Don’t try being nice or you’ll be socked in the mouth