I'm half the way to become dust

And I cry with the same eyes 

which saw you smile to me


But frankly you just don't give a damn anymore

You've already got what you came for

No matter what you do

Stretched on the green grass of my hopes


And I miss the days of our becoming

Just to prove I can 


Screeeaaaam

And break your concentration

Screeeaaaam

Until it starts to make sense