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