No Warning. Wound Up. Zeneszám

Nothing's gonna happen, I think I'll be just fine
Made up stories they mean nothing, wasted fuckin' time
Goes in one ear and out the other, I don't fuckin' care
In your perfect little world, no one can touch you there

Too much talk, I'm sick of it
I can't believe you don't see, I don't give a shit

Made up in your mind, lies, lies, lies
You wanna see me lose
Get in fucking line

Too much talk, I'm sick of it
I can't believe you don't see, I don't give a shit