Places For People That Scream

I've been crawling underground

Looking for the town where vultures eat the young

Street walking, Cinderella

The shoe don't fit so chop off the feet

I've been falling in their trap

Waiting for the snap of bone inside the blade

Last stop is endless illusion

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

This is the place for people that scream

Hiding away, nothing is quite what it seems

This is the place for people that scream

For people that scream

I've been sleeping in this hole

Digging for souls that never rise above

Blank pages full of stories

Telling the tales, all titled regret

I've been wearing a disguise

But the eyes don't lie when they look out through the mask

Last stop is endless illusion

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

This is the place for people that scream

Hiding away, nothing is quite what it seems

This is the place for people that scream

For people that scream

This is the place for people that scream

Hiding away, nothing is quite what it seems

This is the place for people that scream

For people that scream

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

Nothing makes sense and nowhere to run

This is the place for people that scream

Hiding away, nothing is quite what it seems

This is the place for people that scream

For people that scream

This is the place for people that scream

Hiding away, nothing is quite what it seems

This is the place for people that scream

For people that scream