Woke up with static on my hands Like I touched something I don’t understand Every word tastes like gasoline Every mirror’s way too clean You say “slow down”, I say “why?” This town’s been dead since ’99 I don’t need truth, I need noise I don’t need rules, I need a voice I got static on my hands Can’t sit still, can’t make plans If it burns, then let it burn I won’t wait my turn I tried behaving for a while Didn’t fit me, didn’t smile Every street feels way too small Every ceiling wants to fall I got static on my hands Break it now, don’t understand If it burns, then let it burn I won’t wait my turn Maybe I’m wrong Maybe I’m loud But silence never saved me anyhow I got static on my hands I don’t need to be your plan If it burns, then let it burn I won’t wait my turn I got static on my hands Watch me wreck what you defend
