A man born inside a cyclone will always spin
He walks a crooked path, smiles a crooked grin
A swirling torrent of energy
Unable to be controlled,... having no symmetry
****** down the drain and stuck in the well
He sees no difference in an utopia or hell
Pushes away, likes to keep his distance
Most will even question his existence
Such a strange being, what kind of world is he in?
What is he seeing through those crystal eyes and that crooked grin?
A tongue like a snakes and a bite twice as venomous
A vicious demeanor described as monstrous
A man of pure intentions and a strong will
But when born in a cyclone nothing ever stands still
A star has fallen and an angel lost its wings
The demons are calling and a siren sings
For a man born inside a cyclone
Throws caution to the wind
He's a crooked man walking a crooked path
With a crooked grin