I got in the carAnd turned the volume to tenI tried to scream alongThe words to something bigBut my lungs couldn t handle itMy chest was strainedAnd my face was redBut the albums make it sound so easyPut your mouth to microphoneAnd the pressure gets releasedBut it never sounds the sameWhen you re the one who s screamingBetween the world and my brainThis voice supports everything I think on its backAnd its little spine is bendingI ve listened all my life and you haven t told me anythingWhere s the embarrassment?Where s the banality?I wanna hold the moments that you flush from your memoryOne day I ll make songsSongs ll make it permenantForm it in formsThe whole world might learn from thisAnd then all the hours of paralysisimprisonmentIt might be worth itmight be worth itmight be...My head is spinningBut veryvery slowlyAnd I hope one day my singingMight contain or control itThere s a temporary sanityIn this anorexic vanity businessSatisfaction can t existI love workI love success

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