KELLY MANTLE

REBEL SCREAMS

In my altered state of mind
I find the ghost that hides behind my vanity
I introduce her center stage
And their promises engage my guarantees
For a curtain call to bring
The most miraculous thing they've ever seen
Bring this curtain call to an end
Tell my dignity to give-in
And let's begin
I'll drink to thee

And learn to love your tragic ways and your cheap clichés
And your wicked gaze staring right through me\
You'll lust to love the way that I dance to think
And the sound my subtext makes when I'm whispering
My Rebel Screams

In the desert of my mind
I get thirsty for wine and roses
And these days they intertwine
Into cobwebs and paralyzed poses

But I learn to love these tragic days in the same way
That I learned to betray my vanity
They still love the way that I dance to think
And the sound my subtext makes when I'm whispering
My Rebel Screams

I'll lust to love your tragic ways and your cheap clichés
And your wicked gaze staring right through me
You'll lust to love the way that I dance to think
And the sound my subtext makes when I'm whispering
My Rebel Screams