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 broken inside,
Your head must be your home.
What planet are you residing?
You must broken inside.
Your head can't stay your home.
Ghosts In The Machine
Out of every story,
Why did you have to pick the same one?
Explain me that.
Where is it then?
This might be important to you,
You may have planned out
what you wanted.
And I'm erasing it as I go along,
It's funny how
they expect me to know who I am.
So how to,
Keep the light in your voice,
How to keep it alive,
How to lie awake at night.
You picked her on
the warmest day of this winter,
Chasing shadows on the street,
Catching eye lines so intently.
I don't think we're on
the same page any more,
I've turned a few
and bent over the corners,
Ghosts in the machine.
Trying to feel something new,
something at all,
Oh blame it all on me
when you pass on
the same old same, old lines.
You're one of those
who locks the door behind.
Keep the light in your voice,
How to keep it alive,
How to lie awake at night.
Screaming from the platform
that you raised,
Oh under my feet
but you can break it down,
Faster than we're building,
we're falling.