Beware the storm her wrath is coming,
Purging us with her Biblical rain,
Drowning our screams with thunderous drumming,
Mother Nature's dealing the pain,
Bringing the swirling winds of change,
That rip and tear this small town apart,
Consuming all within its range,
Destructive from the very start,
While terror fills my heavy heart.

The storm has arrived it's finally here,
The streets contain not one sign of life,
A town full of bodies hidden in fear,
Attention we slice with the blade of the knife,
A lightning bolt pierces and cracks through the air,
For a moment the heavens are tumbling down,
The boom of the thunder lays our shame bare,
And seals our embarrassment and that of the town,
When storm and her chaos have completed their fun,
We re-enter the world and embrace the great sun.

Lustful glances, from an empty heart,
Plenty of chances, she's a cheap ****,
This dancefloors a graveyard,
Their dignity lies in shards,
I judge, yet I still take part,
I'm the joker in this pack of cards.

A subtle glance, from a beating heart,
Only one chance,for a brand new start,
This dancefloor's a pathway,
To more than just a ***** lay,
I'm nervous, yet still i take part,
Moments that keep lonliness at bay.

Maybe I should keep quiet,
And yet,
The secret is destroying me,
Tearing me apart from the inside,
Losing myself in a swarm of emotions,
Owned by my heart,
Veiled by my fear,
Except the veil’s starting to slip,
Somebody help,
Just tell her they all think,
Easy solution?
No, I’ll just pull the veil back up,
Never speak of it again,
You will never know.

I scrawled love all over a piece of paper,
Then tore it apart,
In the darkness of my mind I still hate her,

But then there’s my heart,
Foolish and forgiving,
For falling and for living,
To be complete it needs another part,
Another heart,
Calling out with a drum and another puppet.

Your boundaries are breached by my hateful heart,
So while I scrawl love all over the paper,
My mind knows I want to break her.

I scrawled words all over a piece of paper,
But couldn’t understand,
So i stop thinking and just let the hate stir,

The flames of anger fanned,
Poisonous and spiteful,
Forgetful yet regretful,
To be healed it needs to impart,
Pain on another heart,
Despairing to turn sinner to sinned.

the path is frequented,
with thunderous footfall,
each step,
dramatic,
and unique,
a brand new journey,
into the known,
living a life,
of your creation,
thats been lived before.

there's nothing significant,
in your footfall,
each step's a drop in an ocean,
it's a welltrodden path,
you walk upon,
living a life,
devoid of chance,
devoid of real impact.

kid yourself you matter,
with crashing footfall,
each step is echoed by steps,
of others on the journey,
marching in time,
living a life,
that forms a story,
with no hidden ending.

with your fate established,
your every footfall,
each step,
dramatic,
fearful,
don't deny the journey,
its chance to impart,
living in life,
your joy and your pain,
your fear and your hope,
your smiles, your tears,
your rage, your calm,
your personalities,
you've never lived them before.

Growing weary at the end of the day,
And with no end clear in sight,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh,

With far too many reasons to pray,
And with no strength left to fight,
Growing weary at the end of the day,

As I slowly rise from where I lay,
I’ve lost at least a foot of height,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh,

My mouth opens just enough to say,
Bring me some relief this night,
Growing weary at the end of the day,

I smile as my thoughts begin to stray,
Of falling then stepping into light,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh,

The blade shines with the break of day,
The falling blood glistens bright,
Growing weary at the end of the day,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh.

This could be beautiful,
If you let it,
But you strain against convention,

Time and again,
I’m left in the cold,
Along with the masses,
You bask in a warm glow,
Individuality,

I try to match you,
You’re one step ahead,
This could be beautiful,
But you never look back.