A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.
Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.
THE DEAD GAME
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