Hurricane

Temple city's skies should be around the place,
Please don't waste our time.
There must be something wrong among a Saturday,
Bring us back to life.

And may all fall down the space & time,
I'm way too young to be in my prime.
"That needs more cowbell" was a future 'language'
And we spoke through a ton of lies.

A spiral out of my head, I lost control.
A spiral out of my head, I lost the plot.
I got a problem but the world keeps spinning around.
I got a problem and the world won't give a fuck.

It was the rock and roll who taught me how to do it,
Go ahead and put the blame on someone else.
Because it's my way or highway, don't you get it?
Disorder is our order so don't interfere.

And may all fall down the space and time,
You're way too young to become a bride, yeah.
And if I turn my back to what's locked in the past, throw me through a cliff cause that's who I was.

A spiral out of my head, I lost control.
A spiral out of my head, I lost the plot.
I got a problem but the world keeps spinning around.
I got a problem and the world won't give a fuck.

If I loose it, I have lost it.
If I loose it, I have lost it.
If I loose, I loose.
If I loose, I loose,
If I loose, I'll loose.