We vote for changes and bright promises but
only those promises seem to change
We call the bluffs and we demand some truth so
we’re fed with it till we choke on it
We won’t be shattered by the things we hate
but in a flood of all the things we love
Do animals raised in captivity have
the means to teach their offspring to be free
The leashes are not forced upon our necks but
they're passеd down kindly by the ones we trust
Pumpеd full of know-how and self-confidence
but robbed of intuition and self-worth
We're like beautiful trees without roots in the ground
We'll be blown apart when a storm comes around
Just beautiful trees, exposed and alone
Here comes the storm, here comes the storm
Our kids have never seen the Milky-way
and would rather shop than play to pass their lives
Generic, screen-raised model citizens just
buying swift entertainment with their time
They won’t be spoiled by all the things we fear
but in a flood of all the things they love
We’ve planted these trees without roots in the ground
We’ve been blown apart, we know where they're bound
Just beautiful trees, swaying calmly in the breeze
They’re beautiful trees without roots in the ground
They'll be blown apart when a storm comes around
Just beautiful trees, exposed and alone
Here comes the storm. Here comes the storm
We work as our lives pass by us
lunatics run the asylum
we're all powerless and bridled, pray for rain, and watch the fires
Seems becoming an adult is nothing but a series of
seemingly small compromises
Till we are unrecognizable
Here comes the storm