Too many weekends,
Thinking...

Of the winds that we could be in...

I'm thinking you're sleeping...
Deep in...

Waters where the sharks greet and meet in...

But I've been dreaming...
I've been leaking...
Blood in the hurricanes at night...

Inside the storm at night...

And I can't see it,

But all it does is rumble all through the night...

It just make me tremble all through the night...

Just staring at my sarcophagus in this storm...

Comforting these demons that's trying to make me warm...

But they're really taking away my warmth...

Deep in the night...

Deep in the hollows of my incisions...

I can't breathe from my own decisions...

And the lightning strikes a glow...

And the thunder cracks after the show...

Of me standing in the mirror...

What a lie,
What a lie...

To just want to live,
When you've already died...

From being a storm traveler...