How can I be so sure

If there‘s a story to be told

If there‘s no hint of a morale

No thread, no ending to the plot

But I can hear the call to action

Obscured by winds from all directions

Even if it‘s whispering, so quietly

Yeah it‘s the quietness that made it so distinct

Cutting through the wind

Standing out from all the buzzing noise around

The calm in the eye of the storm

Converging all at once

Don‘t get carried, don‘t get carried

Don‘t get carried away

In these moments of total entropy

When it‘s impossible to move beneath

The weight of the world we conjured upon ourselves

We lay here so still

That we can hear the silence

Caught in the eye of the storm

Yeah I got the feeling I’m next up

Call me a jester

Keep gunning my back

I‘m running to fast you can‘t catch up

Keep tracking my tracks yuh

If I did it I’d tag ya

Drafted by selectors

Lil‘ bitch get your steps up

Caught in the eye of the storm

Since the day i was born

I‘m the storms first born son

Haven‘t heard the crowd cheer for you in a while

Caught up by the winds of time

It‘s quietness that made it so distinct

Cutting through the hymns

Standing out from all the buzzing noise around

It‘s such a relief, such a relief

When you can hear the silence

Caught in the eye of the storm

Converging all at once

Don‘t get carried

Don‘t get carried away

Don‘t get carried

Don‘t get carried away

So why is everybody yapping without answering the question what the fuck the god damn fuzz is about?

No there‘s no hint of a moral

No thread no ending to the plot

It‘s just so hard to

Not get carried

Not get carried away

When you can hear the silence

Caught in the eye of the storm

Converging all at once

Don‘t get carried

Don‘t get carried away

Caught in the eye of the storm

Thinking that my time would come

Colour me blind

Wasted years waiting for rise of dawn

I got the feeling I’m next up

If I did I’d tag ya

Drafted by selectors

Lil bitch get your steps up

Caught in the eye of the storm

Since the day I was born

I‘m the first born son

Screaming in a vacuum