I must befriend a storm.
Panic when there�s too little,
Panic when there�s too much to be done.
The middle ground it bores me..
How to turn destruction into creation
It�s a question i find myself asking.
I never have the answers so we end up walking into rage.
Why would you want to stay here?
Isn�t it lonely inside!?
Your head must be your home.
Not to excuse myself but�
You have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that then see if you don�t doubt whether you exist.
A demonstration of perpetual motion,
It�s easy to strive for perfection
When you are never bored.
Why would you want to stay here?
Isn�t it lonely inside?
Your head must be your home.
What are you waiting for?
You must be broken inside,
Your head can�t stay your home.
What planet are you residing?
You must be broken inside.
Your head can�t stay your home.
