It's cold outside and my hands are dry 
Skin is cracked and I realize 
That I hate the sound of guitars 
thousand [bad word] young millionaires 
Forcing silence sucking sound 
Forced into this conversation 
So i say shine let their planets collide 
This is the darkening down of my mind 
We could be making it oiling like crime 
We could be making it staking last dimes 
If you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation 
The torch is pased it's yours to return 
Lay at their feet now use it to burn 
For marketing the use of the word generation 
false alliance of money persuading 
Forcing silence sound sucking 
Forced into this conversation 
Now if you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation 
So open so young so target I can smell your heart you're a target