There's a storm ahead
It will leave so many dead
As it clouds the thoughts in your head
Having me think I'm better off dead
All I see is red
But you wouldn't know that
Maybe I feel bad
As it rains
As the raindrops race
Moving so fast
But I feel everything is moving so
Slow
I'm moving slow
Seeing red
And leaving them dead
I know I'm in their head
Clouding their thoughts
I am death
