Storm

Dizzy 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 (like a rebel) I think I'm in the middle of a storm And 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 And 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 Blow the finalists out of their way I'm gonna say something, But the words rise to a higher gain level thinking like a rebel Frantic Blow the finalists outta the way Gonna say something But the words rise And the words rise ... And 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 And 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 Dizzy wineheads running in circles Dizzy wineheads running in circles Dizzy wineheads running in circles Dizzy wineheads running in circles Dizzy wineheads running in circles And 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 And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells Must be a dream Must be a dream