You've got rocks in your belly, dragging you around. Slow game, shadows, stumbling over yourself. Slowly going blind. Trying to crawl back into the womb. Hoping that somewhere could feel like home. You smile when you want to scream. You lie so hard it cracks your teeth. You try every day in vain. With thorns for hands and blades for veins. Oh, here comes the storm. You've been standing there for so long. Oh, you can try to deny it. You can try to fight it. You'll never shake the mess you're in. The mess you're in. Fractured jaw and bloody linen. We keep trying as long as the sun is grinning. You're just a stranger with vacant eyes and a hollow chest. Going around eating what you found in a bigger mess. It all ends well. Oh, here comes the storm. You've been standing alone. Oh, you can try to deny it. You can try to fight it. You'll never shake the mess you're in. Oh, no. Here comes the storm. You've been standing alone. Oh, you can try to deny it. You can try to fight it. You'll never shake the mess you're in. Oh, no. Oh, no.