The Scream, my favorite picture

It seems like an unholy scripture

Could Munch have felt like me

And dealt with the immense misery and blue?

Don′t you feel it too?

Hopes, the lies that we've made up

Just to cope, get high and then wake up

I was on fire for it, won′t die for it, but I need it too

Why can't you see it through?

Kill all your veins and blow off steam

Drown the pain and show off

How possible is the American dream?

How much of this can I take?

If I walk a hundred miles

I'll be standing on the ground

Wait for me inside your dreams

I′m the light calling you home

Oh, I′ll be starving for American dreams

Hues, dreams of the sunrise

Like a bruise on my soul and in my eyes

Kill all your veins and blow off steam

Drown the pain and show off

How possible is the American dream?

How possible is the American dream?