I can hear storms coming Oh they're heading my way My, my, my heart is still broken I feel the crashing waves Don't know if I wanna make it It seems like everybody's faking Stuck in my violent mind No one really cares for the good fight I hear bones breaking Part of the cold generation Should I really stop being kind I should really make up my mind Nobody in here is listening Bright lighting in the room Cold hearts colliding They don't really care for music, do they? Don't know if I wanna make it It seems like everybody's faking Stuck in my violent mind No one really cares for the good fight I hear bones breaking Part of the cold generation Should i really stop being kind I should really make up my mind