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american dream

paris jackson

The Scream, my favorite picture
It seems like an unholy scripture
Could Munch have felt like me
And dealt with the immense misery and blue?
Don't you feel it too?

Hopes, the lies that we've made up
Just to cope, get high and then wake up
I was on fire for it, won't die for it, but I need it too
Why can't you see it through?

Kill all your veins and blow off steam
Drown the pain and show off
How possible is the American dream?

How much of this can I take?
If I walk a hundred miles
I'll be standing on the ground
Wait for me inside your dreams
I'm the light calling you home
Oh, I'll be starving for American dreams

Hues, dreams of the sunrise
Like a bruise on my soul and in my eyes

Kill all your veins and blow off steam
Drown the pain and show off
How possible is the American dream?
How possible is the American dream?

Escrita por: Linda Perry, Paris Jackson