When I was a child
my head ached every night
I'm not callous
Divisions allied and fought nuclear wars on my mind
The older you grow, the harder you fall is what i learned
I cursed myself and kicked and screamed and yearned
I'm not callous
I'm not careless
I'm not callous
I'm not callous
I'm not
Be a brave little boy and take things as they're coming
with your arms open wide and your head to the ground
Arrange yourself
Arrange yourself
Arrange yourself
Arrange yourself
We're not ours
Stop
Find me up in the mountains
Past the thorn wall
In a land without a name
I'll be happy
All by myself
Breaking every rule ever made
And just sometimes
I'll come raging
On a firehorse to the ground
And I'll capture
To write history
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Here I come