CAN'T STOP THIS THUNDER

THUNDER’s inside

THUNDER’s outside

Deeply inside there blue

THUNDER’s inside

THUNDER’s outside

What am I supposed to do

Bad idea comes

It hardly choked

Oh please my lord

Stop that noise

I'm a paranoid

It turns me cold

I wanted to talk about

Christian Dior

But you tryna make me

so f**king serious

Now I wanna get outta

this atmosphere

I didn't feel nothing

why it feels so weird

Who’s the guy

behind the thunderstorm

I can hear your sound

it was not my choice

Every single night

I always talk with ghost

I keep write down

like Girl Interrupted

Can’t stop this THUNDER

You make me feel surrender

I can’t feel freedom

Am I blaming you I guess it’s fun

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I’m sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this THUNDER

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I’m sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this THUNDER

THUNDER’s inside

THUNDER’s outside

Deeply inside

There blue

THUNDER’s inside

THUNDER’s outside

What am I supposed to do

Forgot what was my motivation

I don't deserve to go

inside your church

God you are so awful

look at that Sean

He is good everything alright

Don’t wanna talk about way

too serious

But lightning on my head

makes me furious

Already felt this no choice

Need to carry on

Don't think this like other kids

Who pretending lonely

Like other sad song

F**k those bit**es

Who act like fake tough

I'm the realest

This elevator

Here’s empty

Heading to THUNDER

Can’t stop this THUNDER

You make me feel surrender

I can’t feel freedom

Am I blaming you I guess it’s fun

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I’m sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this THUNDER

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I’m sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this THUNDER

I'm so confused about blessing

what you gave me

I can't tell it’s a benefit

it’s too f**king strict uh

I'm not sure about this testing

My weakness shining like a Versace

You make me god damn creep

My chalice filled with grief

they can't see what’s in this

They think it filled with greed

they make me f**king freak

I don't know maybe they right

sh*t I can’t deny