Stormy Weather

Welcome to my self righteousness  
all rolled out in the middle of rythmn  
where things never seem the same  
 
Im sharpening up my dictation  
dedicating my deduction  
knowing it'll never lead to fame  
 
looks like it's bleedingng me  
when I should be writing out my name  
 
Out where the pines lay low  
the whispers have begun
hunting for the huntress  
when she's on the run  
 
Reservoirs are empty  
the trees have bent away  
winds are blowing angry  
storms are here to stay