I've been working to discover the extent of our disease.
Some people just aren't happy with being content.
They need chaos for glory and make life a mess.
Nevermind the ways they pay rent.
We live for the night.
Could give a **** about how our days are spent.

I've been experimenting with decisions and their consequence;
Data inconclusive.
I've been working on a new hypothesis:
What if Mother Nature's disasters are just metaphors for the storms inside our heads?
Hurricanes, tornadoes, volcanoes, earthquakes;
Whirlwinds of action, body tremors, passion -
now I've got the shakes.

My nerves are shot,
but I'm getting ever closer to something.
I couldn't tell you what.
It's been deemed a lost cause and my funding has been cut,
but I'm not giving up.
I swear, there's hope for us.