Storms and Silence

Hey, nine hours passed and how long will it last? Says the man

with the plan and a gun in his hands. He scared but prepared it might

be as he feared. Are they still and safe behind the wall?

This evening's too quiet or we need a riot to shake and to break and

to bite like a snake. We're stuck in this attic so bored and so

static. Tomorrow they'll ask us to throw off our masks. But the storm

isn't coming across the hills tonight. Like a painful of rain to the hearts that

should fly. The storm isn't coming across the hills tonight. Act like a