The Scream

When the time comes, and I hear the beats that rush
When the time comes and I don't think of blush
I scream, and exorcize, and remember but forget instantly
It's something I know so well I don't have to try to remember
I know it inside

And then the mirror reminds me of myself
reminds me of the eyes of others
and tries to tie me back again
but the scream takes away it's importance
and all I know for that instant of a second
is the sound