Storm Songtext / Lyric

DIZZY WINEHEADS RUNNING IN CIRCLES AND NO FACE, NO SHAPE 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...