what's left to say with all that's come and gone?
words get in the way and anyway the devil's got your tongue
and a storm brews inside and there's nowhere to hide
it's gonna blow your cover sky high
if you let this thing go it's gonna burn, it's gonna burn
you're gonna take the whole world with you when you go

burn burn burn
what you gonna do
when the storm takes over?
oh oh oh oh
what you gonna do
when the storm takes over?

so here you are, demons screaming in your head
you try to shut them out but they just get louder instead
and nothing you do can seem to break through
this darkness smothering you
when it takes hold, your heart turns cold
the very soul seeps out of you

burn burn burn
what you gonna do
when the storm the storm takes over you?
can you hold this thing?
can you hold this thing?

till the clouds clear...