No forecast, gust, swath of death
This won't be
No forecast, gust, swath of death
This won't be
The f*cking first and last
Trees as missiles fly through time and space
Thunder striking, hailstones fracturing your face
Buildings collapsing
You're only safe in a
Motherf*cking mace
Thunder striking
Everybody is on a survival race
Existence is
Pain
Wind so strong you only see jack shit
Wind so strong everybody's in fear that they won't do it
All hell breaks loose