Theres something wrong with all of my friends
Empty heads and violence Im trying to pretend.
That its not me
I can be anything I want to be
Ill try to ignore it
This banging at my door
And Im living in the storm

Theyre dropping bombs on all of my friends
Every time I turn around theyre blowing up again
But its not me
Out on the streets
I dont know who any of you people are
Ill try to avoid it
Try to avoid this
This vulture at my door
And Im living in the storm

I know Im alone
All on my own
Im already dead and cold
Cold, cold, cold, cold

Theyre killing brains in all of my friends
When I look inside of em theres nothing happening
But its not me
I can think
I think Ill stay right where I am
Ill try to ignore it
Try to ignore this
This banging at my door
And Im living in the storm
I, I, Im living in the storm
I, I, Im living in the storm
Me, me