Softly, please, there’s people ’round
They’ll hear your echoed shouts
If not, I’m sorry, then I am bound
to end your screaming bouts

I’ll play your screams on repeat
and dance to them all day
And when I tire from the beat
I’ll rest and then replay

Sick of sounds and sick of sight
Your voice does make me bleed
but when I’m drunk, I’m sure I’ll dance
to your screaming song, indeed