Tornados & guns are coming to get me. Board up the windows.
This could be so much fun.
Tornados & guns keep me on the run, going through a maze,
in a tunnel of love.
You want the power. I gave you control. A pissed on flower.
A trampled on soul.
Mother Mary...so contrary.
never what you said you'd be, always dressed in sympathy
psuedo security, time's run out
Tornados & guns are coming to get me. Board up the windows.
This could be so much fun.
You got the power, a tarnished soul. These words come from
the heart. Your heart craves control.
They're coming to me. I've run too free.
Grey clouds are rolling in my world to cover me.
