The storm
[Verse 1]
Woke up thinking about death
What a weird concept
Back in may
My aunt died in her sleep
And I hate the color blue
But I still paint the room
Getting it ready
For the funeral
[Chorus 1]
But will I be the killer or will I be the victim?
Does it even matter if one of us will die?
The storm feeds off from our murder instincts
Growing and getting darker
Waiting for our fall
[Verse 2]
Woke up thinking about death
What a blurry concept
I don't think
I'll ever let him win
But what if I surrender
Cause I'm getting tired
Clouds getting black up in thе ceiling
Here comеs the funeral
[Chorus 2]
So will I be the killer or will I be the victim?
Does it even matter if one of us will die?
The storm feeds off from our murder instincts
Growing and getting darker
Oh, I think I'm falling!
[Interlude]
I'm falling...
The wait
[Verse]
I don't wanna keep falling
Down this darkness
I don't know when the storm will stop
But at least I'm looking up
[Outro 1]
And even if I don't know "how soon is now?"
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
And even if I don't know "how soon is now?"
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
And even if I don't know "how soon is now?"
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
And even if I don't know "how soon is now?"
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
[Outro 2]
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!
Please, please, please, let me get what I want!