The Storm

I can feel it grow, starting like a little storm.
Itching in my toes, but its will to take over.
Aint quite that small, I can feel it grow.
I can hear it moan, I can hear its bitter cries.
In my veins it crawls, underneath my tongue it hides.
Im in control. 

An error in my genesis.
The reason why I started this.
Where did we go wrong.

Dont you know.
In the end youre no stronger of hand.
You are no stronger of heart.
Dont you know in the end, well be tragically torn apart.
If we cant control the storm.

Does it get to you? 
Fury in your fingertips, does it get you too? 
Turning hands to angry fists, in ragefull bliss.
Oh does it get to you?
Crying all your lullabies.
Do you lick your wounds.
Wondering how we could try to stop this useless fight.

An error in my genesis.
The reason why I started this.
Where did we go wrong.

Dont you know.
In the end youre no stronger of hand.
You are no stronger of heart.
Dont you know in the end, well be tragically torn apart.
If we cant control the storm.

An error in my genesis. 
The reason why I started this.
Where did we go wrong. 

Dont you know.
In the end youre no stronger of hand.
You are no stronger of heart.
Dont you know in the end, well be tragically torn apart.
If we cant control the storm.