Heaven isn't opening,

And I can't keep warm indoors and now my eyes have started seeing things in here.

Feeling beat down with all unsure thoughts on the horizon,

Tasking myself with targets too far out of my own reach it seems.

I can't see clearly in this sun.

I can't see clearly in this sun.

Spin cycle on my head,

Looking outside think I'd rather stay in bed,

Mother wonders how has he done it?

He's seen hell from above it,

Drunk drunk these city lights take me home,

Drugged up my mind harms other people,

Drunk drunk these city lights take me home.

She said be alright,

Come up for air if you need it,

Put shoulders down,

This stress has only started,

Put shoulders down,

This stress has only just started,

Put shoulders down.

(Sample)

Why is this world in so much trouble and turmoil?

Because they're trying to find peace at the end of a gun?

Or at the end of a nuclear bomb?