They say the storm's a one eyed fraud
Its raging surface just an act
There's little reason to applaud
Such transparental deception
And they tell you to shut your windows
And they tell you to comb your hair
Cause outside there be monsters
And clothes you should not wear
They say that your dreams will come to pa**
That we will all someday forget
An ambition made of gla**
Such an arrogant perception
And they tell you to shut your windows
And they tell you to comb your hair
Cause outside there be monsters
And clothes you should not wear