Screamin Shadows - Melancholy Pessimism

Taint on your honesty

You’re murder for everyone.

Gun replaced brain

By fury you’re pushed — down.

Folsom feeling dwells in the soul

If you see frightful pictures

Which make blood on the wall.

Screamin' shadows, you see screamin' shadows.

You scream through closed window

Room is full of grey shadows,

Of screamin' shadows.