text: I could tell you that I’m right
  That I know just what to do
  Im a quarterback with nothing written in my playbook
  You can talk to anyone
  They can tell you anything
  But absolutely no one knows how tomorrow gonna be
  I’m a parasite without a host
  I don’t wanna be some kind of monster
  Staring down the barrel at the end of the world
  I’m a wooden man in burning room
  I dont wanna be some kind of monster
  Staring at the end of the world
  If you burn a forest down
  Then the seeds are gonna take
  And in a few short years there will be new life at the gate
  But if cut the lumber down
  You harvest everything
  There’s nothing left to grow it’ll be your children who pay
  I’m a parasite without a host
  Turning into some kind of monster
  Staring down the barrel at the end of the world
  I’m a burning man in wooden room
  Turning into some kind of monster
  I don’t wanna be myself anymore