Coming Storm

There is no hope You are so catastrophic A flaw of nature, a menace, a bomb device You are unjust believers A violating law This is my final warning, no escape from the cold From the fear, the storm A crowd terrified Divided by fear Fear There is no hope You are so catastrophic And your defenders are preachers, the stubborn heads A selfish ecosystem Addicted to control This is my final warning, no escape from the cold From the fear, the storm A crowd terrified Divided by fear Fear Fear I am the hand that feeds you I am the one that kills you Don't ask me why I won't prevent you from committing suicide Storm Storm You are the last believers Who violates the law This is my final warning, you can't fight You can't win, you can't stop the weather I am the hand that feeds you I am the one that kills you Don't ask me why I won't prevent you from committing suicide Our nature was our killer We fought inside We fought our pride A storm with great rage (and now we seek a healer) With warmth inside To cure our pride Blinded by hate (the coming storm) A storm is coming, a storm A storm with great rage