Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces i'll
Songs about
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Would leave you with babies and everything
Screaming me over and over and over I leave
Thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it