Hurricane

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I see his bent head, soft silent tearsA scarred skin, oh the hidden fears

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I see his bent head, soft silent tears
A scarred skin, oh the hidden fears

But I'm not touched, I am heartless
Darkly somber like a game of chess

So I pass him this mysterious smile
To wreck him in a destructive style

Penetratin' in his soul with my eyes
I cloud fadin' colors of his lost skies

Sprinkling around bitter memories
I make him drink painful congeries

I love how he begs me to spare him
But he doesn't know, I am not prim

So I toss his dying soul on cold tiles
And depart to travel unfolded miles

Storming my chaos as a soul so free
I make these tensed crowds fear me

For I shatter the silence in the souls
Making 'em ponder over loop holes

And all them mysteries of existence
Tryin' to eschew me at any expense

For this society, I'm barrier so huge
Scattered pain's in search of refuge

In shelters, people are tryin' to hide
On highly insane waves, alone I ride

Wandering horizon in pourin' rain
I can't be stopped for I'm a...
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