It might be as it appeared,
Art is still in control and safe behind the wall.
This evening's too quiet, oh, we need a real riot
To shake and to break and to fight like a snake.
We're stuck in the zantics, so bored and so static.
Tomorrow, the last ghost to throw off a mask.
But the storm is a-coming close, the hills tonight
Like a vein flowing to the hearts that should fight.
The storm is a-coming close, the hills tonight
Like a vein flowing to the hearts that should fight.
Hey!
Marys like me, she's a loser, too.
We got a lock on her door and a bed on the floor.
You will know they will win and then they'll come in.
There's nothing you can say to lead them astray.
We still live in silence, life's war and threats of violence.
I know for an end and it's coming round.
But then, if we live through this night and we still be alright,
We'd flee to Siam or a bar in Amsterdam.
But the storm is a-coming close, the hills tonight
Like a vein flowing to the hearts that should fight.
The storm is a-coming close, the hills tonight
Like a vein flowing to the hearts that should fight.
The storm is a-coming close, the hills tonight
