Ao Menor Sinal de Autodepreciação Aperte o Botão de Pânico

(I) had this dream I was walking through
A field of lilies was sublime
Had this dream I was walking through
(I) had this dream that you died
(I) had to scream when you wanted to
Had to scream when I died
Had to scream when you wanted to
(I) had to scream now I cry
We stare at the screen
Where do we go to?

A little pity to disguise
A little crush, maybe something new
A little confort to deny
Had to scream when you wanted to
Had to scream when I died
Had to scream when you wanted to
Had to scream now I cry

Scream scream
Cry cry
Scream scream
Bye