Letra de Cold Wars

Cold Wars Apparently I got World War Three inside of me I got a fucking war in me Dear Tim, stop screaming, who the fuck 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 tears only illuminate bad scenes. Your own brain creates the war you wage. No, I think I did it again. I write about my pain with a pen. I wrote about the worst things in my head. Yea, I think we got a whole fucking lot to learn. 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 brag to avoid all the sad songs I feel so compelled to say. I got World War Three.