Storm - Leoniden

izzy wineheads running in circles and no shape, no face is clear

i think i’m in the middle of a storm my eyes filled with fear

the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts the lights are flashin' and it’s

rainin' bulletshells must be a dream with taste of truth

i hit the ground

those guys are frantic

and blow the finalists outta their way i’m gonna say something,

but the words will rise to a higher gain level thinking like a rebel

frantic

blow the finalists outta the way gonna say something

and the words rise…