It's alright Ma (i'm only screaming)
Dry scratched skin like rough old bark Sweating limbs in cabin yard Use eyes soaked black deprived of sleep Watch sadness rise from morning feet A smokey foam a mushroom cloud Not one lie could make you proud Throws bricks of freedom to windows of the mind which thinks it Crying mirrors to history's hymn image of tears and thoughts of sin And rivers of light below my legs The holes I use to see it dead Filled with pain and blocked in black The tongue springs out but words don't catch Nothing but the bitter glare of a bitter man who sits twisted in a ball of string Black whips crack across black skin The years of hate to hearts of tin In a hollow tone rips through our bones Where crying breathes in trojan groans Pregnant with our oil lives In leather fumes they sweat and die Trying to fix my way through a maze in the stone black darkness So don't fear If you hear A foreign sound, to your ear It's alright Ma, I'm only sighing Blood on b...