He was a puppet in their hands
A broken toy in a never ending and dark night
That was melting his head
He was struggling to survive
He was reacking out for help but no one cared
Had to make it by himself
He keeps falling
Into darkness
Is there a worst way to face the end?
In the storm
Nobody can hear, no one can see oh oh
In the storm
Nobody can feel, no one can be free oh oh
No one else would bet a dime
His boring life was such a shit but, hey
Forbidden dees makes you always pay
Tides of chaos tear him apart
As he was left whit just broken dreams
They said you better run, ‘cos you’ve chosen by death
In the storm… in the storm
In the storm… facing the end!
