wake up

something filled up
my heart with nothing;
someone told me not to cry.

but now that i'm older,
my heart's colder,
and i can see that it's a lie.

children, wake up!
hold your mistake up
before they turn the summer into dust.

if children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up.
we're just a million little gods causing rainstorms,
turning every good thing to rust;

i guess we'll just have to adjust!

with my lightning bolts a-glowin',
i can see where i am going to be
when the reaper, he reaches and touches my hand.

with my lightning bolts a-glowin',
i can see where i am going--
with my lightning bolts a-glowin',
i can see where i am going--

you better look out below!