The blind of the wind had the power to exhale
This quiet killer that made the tree's sing and
buildings talk needed to quench it's thirst
The silence of the wind a blinded hurt

Ready for the ****
Ready for it's thrill
Ready to blow your mind

No warning cry or last goodbye carried in its breath
the scream so still from wind to ****
No mourning in your death
Hidden from view a the silence leaves you
a last goodbye