people but you know you belong
There is vi olence in the
walls of your home
It's the routine that you all want to leave
Do it soon or you will have to believe
In the screaming room,
is it your turn soon?
In the screaming room,
in the screaming room
It's the silence that is getting you down
All the black faces you
meet in the town
You'll try but find no consolation
You'll cry but be left in frustration
In the screaming room,
you can sing this tun e
In the screaming room,
in the screaming room
Now it's happening,
it's all going wrong
Closing down, you just can't get along
You will say to yourself, oh I bleed
Close your eyes, there is nothing to see
In the screaming room,
is it your turn soon?
In the screaming room,
in the screaming room
And the walls,
they are forming your prison
Must get out, you will need a decision
When you're out,
you've got nowhere to go
To the wall and the circle is closed
In the
Screaming
Loam, you can sing this tun e
In the
Screaming
Loam, in the
Screaming
Loam
In your room, outdoors, behind glass
Here it comes and how long will it last?
It's the hate that makes
you so depressed
Going out of your mind with the rest
In the screaming room, is it your turn soon?
In the
Screaming
Loam,
In the
Screaming
Loam
Thinking don't stop, now you are rushed
At the edge, helping hand, you are pushed
The conventions are all a drag
On your own, are you ready to drag?
In the
Screaming
Loam, we can sing this tune
In the
Screaming
Loam,
In the
Screaming
Loam
In the
Screaming
Loam
In the screaming low, in the screaming low,
in the screaming low
In the low
you