Storm Without Calm

In my bed I cannot see the future
I walk alone in my house and I'm bored here
The same discos, the same blood in my hands
Where is my future, where is my insanity?

And everything they used to say
And every day they lie to us again
I hate it, but I need to wait more
Wait more and more, wait more and more

They're just saying: I'm sorry
Into the storm I'll run away
They're just saying: I'm sorry
Into the storm I'll run away

In my bed I cannot see the future
I walk alone in my house and I'm bored here
I hate it, but I need to wait more
Wait more and more, wait more and more

They're just saying: I'm sorry
Into the storm I'll run away
They're just saying: I'm sorry
Into the storm I'll run away

This is me in my haunted house
Listening: Let's get this party started
So, let's get this party started
Or whatever Patrick said