Testo Places For People That Scream

I've been crawling under ground
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