Punk gone soft, youth gone mild
No ruffled feathers, no problem child
Show me the chipped nails of a life fully lived
The almond flavor of a cherry pit
If you want to write me a love song, don't do it sitting down
Make it loud, just make it loud
Leave me with my ears bleeding
Melt my stereo down
Shake the clouds
Filtered feed, watered down
High voltage run straight through the ground
Show the mark you make on anything
True creative power, are you feeling it?
If you want to write me a love song, don't do it sitting down
Make it loud, just make it loud
Leave me with my ears bleeding
Melt my stereo down
Shake the clouds
If you forget how to read for yourself,
Forget how to eat for yourself,
Then how do you feel each day when you wake up?
Such pretty lips, but no mouth
Achilles legs running nowhere
Just waiting around to witness a shakeup