can't see your pain
You're too ashamed to
show your face
You sleep in a bed that's made for one
Oh, at least until the spiders
come
I can taste it
Just like sugar on my tongue
Are you ready?
Well, are you ready to run?
I'm not the voice of a generation
Now you've got me wrong
I'm just a northeast kid
screaming my wrongs
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You're up in the clouds as I'm
coming down
You're losing your voice,
I'm wearing your eyes
Come on
I can taste it
Just like honey on my tongue
Are you ready?
Well, are you ready to run?
Oh -oh -oh -oh
I'm not the voice of a generation
Now you've got me
Oh -oh -oh -oh
I'm just an orthies kid
Screamin' my lungs
Oh -o h -oh -oh
I'm not the voice of a generation
Now you've got me
Whoa, I'm just an
Northeast kid screaming my lungs
Northeast kid screaming my lungs
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, I'm not the voice of a generation
that you got me wrong
I'm just a northeast kid
screaming my wrong
Oh, I'm not the voice of a
generation that you got me wrong
I'm just a northeast kid,
screaming my lungs
Northeast kid,
screaming my lungs
Northeast kid, screaming my lungs
you