Nebraska

WEATHER FORECAST REPORTS ALL OVER THE NATION DESCRIBE IT AS “THE STORM OF THE CENTURY”, SO, IF YOU'RE PLANNING TO GO OUT,BE PREPARED, IT'LL BE A HELL OF A NIGHT

LIGHTS OUT!
WON'T BE MISSED, JUST STAND UP FOR MYSELF
KEEP WANDERING THE RUINS THAT GAVE ME BIRTH

THEY GAVE HIM BRICKS AND STONES TO BUILD A HOME
IT DOESN'T MATTER, IT'S FAR FROM OVER
CAST ASTRAY IN FURIOUS SHORELINES
HE LEARNED TO EMBRACE HIS RAGE AND FORGET 'BOUT WHAT LIES AHEAD

WRECKAGE EUPHORIA, CYMATICLY SHIFTED BY CLOUDBURSTS
FOREVER CRAVE FOR A NEW DAWN, WHEN SILENCE DISAPPEARS
CHASING THE VORTEX, TWISTING FRAGMENTS OF BLISS & LAUGHTER
THAT HE'LL NEVER CALL HIS OWN
A CHILD OF NOWHERE, UNWANTED SON

I NEED TO WASH OUT
TO CRASH DOWN, SCREAMING OUT LOUD
WHEN I FALL INTO ANOTHER BREAKING POINT
NEBRASKA FEELS LIKE HOME
YOU HAVE TAKEN ALL THAT MATTERS, NOW IT'S TIME TO GET AROUND
BUT WHEN I FALL FOR ANOTHER TURNING POINT
NEBRASKA FEELS LIKE HOME

FAINT REMNANTS OF HIS MISCARRIED SOUL
NOT BEING ABLE TO CARE FOR OTHERS
WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE HE WILL BE
THE ONLY ONE STANDING HERE ALONE

DISGUSTED BY CALMNESS, ONLY FINDS PEACE IN DISASTER
THE WORLD TURNS ITS BACK AGAIN, SO WHAT'S LEFT FOR HIM?
GNASHING HIS TEETH, A SOMBERLY DANCE WITH THE WHIRLWIND
SPILLING IN THE AIR, HIS HASSLE REIGN
FULL OF BROKEN TOYS AND ELECTRICITY

UNLEASH THE STORM

THAT'S WHAT TAKES TO GROW UP
TORCH HIS DREAMS, BRING HIM TO HIS KNEES
MAKE HIS CHILDHOOD BLEED, THE SEED OF CONSUMPTION
FROM THE FIREBOLT TO THE PIT