Storm

Dizzy wine-heads 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 'til my face suddenly melts

Lights are flashing and it's raining bullet shells

Must be a dream with taste of truth

I hit the ground

And the dance goes on 'til my face suddenly melts

Lights are flashing and it's raining bullet shells

Must be a dream with taste of truth

I hit the ground

Those guys are frantic

Blow the finalist out of the way

Got to say something

But the words rise to a higher gain level

Thinking like a rebel

Frantic

Blow the finalist out of the way

Got to say something

But the words rise and the words rise

And the dance goes on 'til my face suddenly melts

Lights are flashing and it's raining bullet shells

Must be a dream with taste of truth

I hit the ground

And the dance goes on 'til my face suddenly melts

Lights are flashing and it's raining bullet shells

Must be a dream with taste of truth

I hit the ground

(Dizzy wine-heads running in circles)

No shape, no face is clear

I think I'm in the middle of a storm

No shape, no face is clear

(Dizzy wine-heads running in circles)

No shape, no face is clear

(Dizzy wine-heads running in circles)

(Dizzy wine-heads running in circles)

(Dizzy wine-heads running in circles)

And the dance goes on 'til my face suddenly melts

Lights are flashing and it's raining bullet shells

Must be a dream with taste of truth

I hit the ground

And the dance goes on 'til my face suddenly melts

Lights are flashing and it's raining bullet shells

Must be a dream, oh, must be a dream