I lay awake and listen to the rage of the storm above
Rattle the panes, coming through my window raining tear drops and blood
In the dark I see familiar faces
In the quiet and secret places
This is what 3AM feels like
A clear warning, like a siren calling for me to head underground
My body burning, lungs blacked by smoke that fills in around
I've seen tornadoes form without the rain
Sucks me up, throws me back down again
This is where I make my final stand
So I pray, to the ceiling or a god who ever hears first
And I plead, that my soul won't be forgotten when this world meets it's curse
I've seen the fire on the mountain
Seems like armageddon's coming, baby
I only fear the evil in me
Might was right when the day began
A theory that held clear until the end
I lost my faith in my fellow man
To busy getting under my thin skin