The world will end in fire or storm, If given the choice I'd choose the storm. Go out with a bang is what they say, Better to drown than to burn. Yet I can't help but wonder, Isn't the storm almost the same as fire? Electricity coursing through your veins, You fry from the inside. In the end you'll either be deep-fried or crispy and burnt. Maybe one'll be wetter than the other, But in the end, we'll all be dead.