i must befriend a storm panic when there s too little and 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