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