running from the storm

it's the calm before the storm that sends that feeling to my frontal lobe

as thunder roams the sky at night i see shelter at

the rain soaks me to the bone assisted by the winter wind

the chill is blisterin'

my patience for this world begins to thin

handed in by heavy clothes

the hail rains heavy blows

heavens chose to endeavour the weather

my very foe

comes very close

my frozen hand around my own fucking dream

with each breath

puff and seam

the night it chills my blood stream

the freeze gripping my chest

my knees strip into flesh

my screams echo through the night but no-one's listening unless

they see it eye to eye

buries like the fog slowly buries me

they light their lights and their vision shows me momentarily

the edge of the roadside

thanks to cars i'm covered in spray

then i try and hitch a ride

the traffic moves the other way

then i proceed to suffer

just like my life's energy

i stagger on relentlessly and see something ahead of me

i cramp for shelter

i'd take a life for some space

and knowin' lightning never strikes twice in one place

i fight for a taste of the dry life

better know as the high life

but i'm expelled into the winds and that's herald

the story of my life

i keep on through the raging storm and all these distorted sounds

sports of hounds)

i'm getting mine no matter how watered down

i'm caught to drown

caught and frozen

caught a lice

caught a fuck!

man it's been raining for days and i think i'm wet enough

enough

treading water just to be the next man's shelter

enough

drowning victims even though you know i felt ya

i've got enough problems on my own

find a sanctuary

within the eye of the storm

i feel the calm anger me

i walk through life like a drunk in a bar

i no longer see the light that comes from the stars

cause clouds hang overhead like paintings in the gallery

and rain pats on my head

voices in my head sing battle me"