Twenty One Pilots

Sometimes quiet is violent.

I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think.

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

You don't know my brain the way you know my name,
You don't know my heart the way you know my face.

I look outside, and see a whole world better off,
Without me in it trying to transform it.

That you all have guns
And you never put the safety on
And you all have plans,
To take it, to take it, don't take it, take it, take it!

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
But I can't, but I can't when you all have
Guns for hands yeah!

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.
Wait for them to ask you who you know,
Please don't make any sudden moves,
You don't know the half of the abused.

You say that you a close,
Is close the closest star?

And since we know that dreams are dead,
And life turns plans up on their head,
I will plan to be a bum,
So I just might become someone.

We don't believe what's on TV,
Because it's what we want to see,
And what we want we know we can't believe,
We have all learned to kill our dreams.