The world holds expectations
Sorry, but that's reality...

The lights and street lamps
Slowly fade into the night...

Unleashing the ocean
Crashing loudly in my ears...

Those four years were totally crazy
Between the projects and presentations...

I saw thousands of little clouds
Floating in the fading light...

The storm gathers in the west
Ready to take you out...

The storm gathers in the west
Ready to take you out...

On that one september day
Nothing was happy or gay...

They say i'm crazy for what I did
But yet they never heard what I said...

They don't know what they do to me
They just don't see...

Blood runs down this wrist
Because I am so frickin pissed...

Everybody cries
When the president dies...