Tempest wears itself the irony
Upon my sleeve for all to show,
And in my hair full fast asleep.
The devil may care but I can't be
Bothered, nor will I ever know.
Tempest wears itself the irony
Twisting itself cruel around me,
Pulling me under in its tow
And in my hair full fast asleep.
The eye of the storm reverently
I'm oblivious to my every foe,
Tempest wears itself the irony.
A lover's trust in my creed
When the pain I give is slow,
And in my hair full fast asleep
Sustains us through the tyranny
Where all is lost in spite the flow.
Tempest wears itself the irony
And in my hair full fast asleep.















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