The dust and dirt outside are restless
For they are no fools, they heed the sudden calm in the air and
I am terrified
There is no place to go
No place to hide
Air pressure rising
Fear leads like a circus act
Its a matter of time before somebody's mauled
The only question my mind can muster...
'Would it be tragedy, or would it be just?'
I don't know
Though fools are brave and I'm still scared
The wind knocks upon the door, I dare not answer
Jesters sprawl across the yard and I...
Am unsure of how to save them (B)
Part of me doesn't care
The better pieces do
But they are the minority...
I tried... to save you...
Shingles, they shake
Gables, they quake
Fools... they lay
Taunting the storm
I beg them...
It is important that you do
A fool is just a fool...
Unless it ends up being you
Play not the hapless victim, now
Tell me, you saw no sign of storm
I will laugh at you
I warned you