Lyrics
I can feel it grow
I sense a growing presence
Starting like a little storm
Beginning like a small disturbance
Itching in my toes
A sensation in my toes
But it's will to take over
Determined to take control
Ain't quite that small
Not as insignificant as it seems
I can feel it grow
Continued sense of growth
I can hear it moan
I perceive its sound
I can hear it's bitter cries
Hearing its bitter cries
In my veins it crawls
It travels through my veins
Underneath my tongue it hides
Concealed beneath my tongue
I'm in control
Claiming control over the situation
An error in my genesis
An error in my creation
The reason why I started this
The reason behind my initiation
Where did we go wrong?
Questioning where we went astray
Don't you know
A realization that, ultimately, no one is stronger
In the end you're no stronger of hand
Not stronger in physical prowess
You are no stronger of heart
Not stronger in emotional resilience
Don't you know
Reiterating the vulnerability of all
In the end, we'll be tragically torn apart
Forecasting tragic separation if the storm isn't controlled
If we can't control the storm
The importance of mastering the storm
Does it get to you?
Asking if the storm affects you
Fury in your fingertips
Intense anger in your fingertips
It doesn't get me too
Expressing personal resistance to the storm's impact
Turning hands to angry fists
Transforming hands into fists in a fit of rage
In rageful bliss
Experiencing anger as a form of bliss
Oh does it get to you?
Questioning if the storm affects others emotionally
Crying all your lullabies
Weeping over the consequences
Do you lick your wounds
Reflecting on emotional wounds
Wondering how we could try to stop this useless fight
Pondering how to end a futile conflict
An error in my genesis
An acknowledgment of a flaw in the speaker's origin
The reason why I started this
The motivation behind initiating a certain action
Where did we go wrong?
Reflecting on the point where things went wrong
Don't you know
Reiterating the idea that no one is inherently stronger
In the end you're no stronger of hand
Neither physically nor emotionally
You are no stronger of heart
Stressing the vulnerability of all individuals
Don't you know
Repeating the forecast of tragic separation without control
In the end, we'll be tragically torn apart
The dire consequence of failing to manage the storm
If we can't control the storm
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