itburns

So besides enjoying my view, I've been listeninbg to this song like it was a job:

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' everything into rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust.
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin' I can see where I am goin'.
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin' I can see where I am goin'
to be when the reaper reaches and touches my hand.
Better look out below.