//p.s. This is probably my longest song so far but I wanted to expirement more with extensions, enjoy!//

Flashing thunder, I saw the storm in your eyes

Ready the heart, for the light always dies

Save somewhere out there, where stars burn.

And I knew it was coming, could see the turn

Could feel the change, denied it still

So came cold war, and I knew its chill.

But prepare, or be broken down

For years of famine, or lose your crown.

So it goes, make forts of home and heart

Pack your bags, stone faced, ready, depart.

Thousands of voices, a thousand fakes

Mean little, with sky black and earth shakes.

Really, no? And so a friend becomes a foe,

Not with fire or rage, but whimpering woe

And drifts away, on receding tide

Washed away, to lonely islands of pride

Till time makes distant, on horizon line

And we fool ourselves, say it's fine.

Yes those storms are far, but rumble loud

And force us to look at ominous cloud.

Know the truth, that pain will linger,

You're not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Thousands of voices, a thousand fakes

Mean little, with sky black and earth shakes.

Know the truth, that pain will linger,

You're not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Thousands of voices, a thousand fakes

Mean little, with sky black and earth shakes.

Know the truth, that pain will linger,

You're not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

But prepare, or be broken down

For years of famine, or lose your crown.

So it goes, make forts of home and heart

Pack your bags, stone faced, ready, depart.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

You're not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

But prepare, or be broken down

For years of famine, or lose your crown.

So it goes, make forts of home and heart

Pack your bags, stone faced, ready, depart.

Thousands of voices, a thousand fakes

Mean little, with sky black and earth shakes.

Really, no? And so a friend becomes a foe,

Not with fire or rage, but whimpering woe

And drifts away, on receding tide

Washed away, to lonely islands of pride

Till time makes distant, on horizon line

And we fool ourselves, say it's fine.

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

You're not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.

Know the truth now, that pain will linger,

Now I'm not a survivor, just a storm bringer.