In the Middle of the Storm

Somebdy else will take you out Somebody else will drive you home Somebody else will never turn And somebody else will never call Sometimes you find yourself In the middle of the storm Breathe deep The winds of war Breathe deep Debris in the air Breathe deep The small of defeat Breathe deep The feelings of hate And revange For the yells of the convicts Revange For those who have nothing to eat Revange For the ones who can't breathe anymore And call you from their graves Breathe deep The winds of war Breathe deep Debris in the air Breathe deep The small of defeat Breathe deep The feelings of hate And revange Sometimes you find yourself In the middle of the storm Somebdy else will take you out Somebody else will drive you home Somebody else will never turn And somebody else will never call Somebody will come over again Flowers blossom Machine guns fire granades