The Storm

I FEEL THE HATE, IT KEEPS COMING DOWN COMING DOWN LIKE THE RAIN LOOK AT ME, I'M GETTING DRENCHED WE KEEP GETTING CAUGHT UP IN THIS RAGING WIND NOW LOOK AT US, WE'RE BLOWN AWAY.....BY THE WIND I WANT TO SEE HOW HIGH IS THAT FLAG GONNA FLY WHEN THE STORM COMES RAGING THROUGH IT SURROUNDS ALL OF US IT?S WINDS CARRY THE TRUTH THE RAINS ARE THE TEARS THAT HAVE BEEN FALLNG OVER THE YEARS THIS STORM IS GONNA WIPE AWAY WIPE AWAY THE INSINCERE NO MORE WIITE, NO MORE BLACK NO MORE BARRIERS, NO MORE TRAPS THERE WILL BE OUIET AFTER THE STORM --- The Storm - Judge