Storms

One Man Dan

The harsh reality has begun,
walk across the burning sun.
When the voices draw in near,
the illusions disappear.
When the oppressed no longer run,
beware when masses strike as one:
bleeding and tired of fear,
bleeding and tired of fear.
Bleeding and tired, bleeding and tired,
bleeding and tired of fear.

Stalkers of the lurking eye
enforce the laws from on high.
When the cannons fire true,
the battlefront seizes you.
When dark forces march allied
with finger tips electrified:
lightning storms of old ensue,
lightning storms of old ensue.
Lightning storms of old, lightning storms of old,
lightning storms of old ensue.