In the Middle of the Storm

Somebdy else will take you out
Somebody else will drive you home
Somebody else will never turn
And somebody else will never call
Sometimes you find yourself
In the middle of the storm
Breathe deep
The winds of war
Breathe deep
Debris in the air
Breathe deep
The small of defeat
Breathe deep
The feelings of hate
And revange
For the yells of the convicts
Revange
For those who have nothing to eat
Revange
For the ones who can’t breathe anymore
And call you from their graves
Breathe deep
The winds of war
Breathe deep
Debris in the air
Breathe deep
The small of defeat
Breathe deep
The feelings of hate
And revange
Sometimes you find yourself
In the middle of the storm
Somebdy else will take you out
Somebody else will drive you home
Somebody else will never turn
And somebody else will never call
Somebody will come over again
Flowers blossom
Machine guns fire granades