STORM 
(dear criminals) 

Bullet tears in your eyes 
Has love broken your spine 
Is this chase now a race 
I feel like taking my time 

There’s a gun inside your head 
Shooting dreams you'll never have 
Like a storm with a plan 
You’re a storm on your own 

It wasn’t a game with you 
It wasn’t a game you fool 
It wasn’t a game you threw 
Pieces of you 

Own me tonight 
I can feel your strength 
Heavy drops are rolling on my skin 
Is it another pain or is it a beautiful ending 
To be swallowed by the rain