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