Weird Science

All of this ends
My mountains outlast the summer
Father gave us a number
Our very own
All of my friends
All of my so-called brothers
We are dying
We are tired

And if anda think that the simple solution
Is retribution please... breathe

Freeze-dried amends
Scalding insinuations
Why am I standing?
Is this my home?

All of my trees
That bend to be heard are missing
Where are the brides?
Why aren't anda kissing?

And if anda think
I'm apocalyptic
atau cold and cryptic
Please... never leave

Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
anda might just turn the world around

These are just words
This is my contribution
Unfit for evolution
Silly and pure

There is a sound
Under the darkest winter
I am sure
I rest assured

And if anda think
anda hear yourself screaming
Feel me dreaming
More... never leave


Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
anda might just turn the world around

Hang on
Little Clownz
anda might just turn the world around