One Dead Three Wounded - Cold Wars lyrics

Apparently I got world war three inside of me I got a f**ing war in me Dear Tim, stop screaming. Who the f** do you think you're convincing? You keep screaming about the things that you won't change You keep screaming about the worst things in your brain Your El trains only illuminate bad scenes Your own brain creates the war you wage No, I think I did it again. I wrote about my pain with a pen No, I think I did it again. I wrote about the worst things in my head Yeah, I think we got a whole f**ing lot to learn Dear Tim, stop screaming. Who the f** do you think you're convincing? You keep screaming about the things that you won't change You keep screaming about the worst things in your brain Your El trains only illuminate bad scenes Your own brain creates the war When will you figure it out? You find comfort in these cynical songs And if that's where you've been then it's where you belong Right now I'd rather play guitar than sing To avoid all the bad news I feel so compelled to bring To avoid all the sad song I feel so compelled to say Dear Tim, stop screaming. Who the f** do you think you're convincing? You keep screaming about the things that you won't change You keep screaming about the worst things in your brain Your El trains only illuminate bad scenes Your own brain creates the war I got world war three