Somethin´ filled up
my heart with nothin´,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I´m older,
my heart´s colder,
and I can see that it´s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don´t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We´re just a million little god´s causin rain storms
Turnin´ every good thing to rust.

I guess we´ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin´ bolts a glowin´
I can see where I am goin´ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin´ bolts a glowin´
I can see where I am goin´
With my lighnin´ bolts a glowin´
I can see where I am go-goin´

You better look out below!