With chairs to spare, the pirouetting flares

Bend and glide, shade the sky a color yet to name

(Or so they say)

And if you swim, giant ophidians

Will rock the boats like the most hellacious hurricane

Oh, where did your breath go

Bringer of cyclones

(Take cover, turn your stone)

Don't dare compare violence to tainted air

You're summoning a starless ring that bring a dark dense mist

(As they insist)

And if the stains turn like a record plays

Weigh down your toes, did you know your legs aren't magnetic

Oh, where did your breath go

Bringer of cyclones

(Take cover, turn your stone)

Oh, shame on the windmill

Brought to a standstill

And after the woe, who would hold a desire

To sleep on a sheep tangled up in your wires

Still driven to building dividers higher

You swear that it's fair for the wicked ways

And after the build who would still be yearning

To lift up an engine while it's turning

To try and blow air on the clouds meant for swerving

You swore they could spin on the coldest windless day

Oh, where did your breath go

Bringer of cyclones

(Take cover, turn your stone)

Oh, shame on the windmill

Brought to a standstill

(You weep about leaking while you're still dry as a bone)