The Storm is Coming
The song has a rhythmic, slightly psychedelic bass and has a bit of a... I think, salsa rhythm? I'm not super happy with the second verse, but here goes.
My hate is smoothbore;
Can't get it moving in a straight line.
Your heart's an apple core,
It's both sweet and rock-hard at the same time.
Your smell is familiar,
Could sense you further than a mile away.
You taste like a million
Different things that I just love to hate.
And I trust that you can see me
Even though you're stood on the other side
And I bet your hair is seething
Of my worst perfume from bonfire night.
And my cattle are bleeding
'Cause I forgot to lead them back inside
For the storm is coming
And they don't know how to hide.
(Instrumental)
Your hair's the morning napalm
You reap whenever it's not windy.
Read me my favourite psalm
The one about the world in anarchy.
Your mind's a machine gun,
Suppressing all things that try to resist.
Want the whole wide world under your thumb
And your nails act as the cease and desist.
And I trust that you can see me
Even though you're stood on the other side
And I bet that your skin is peeling
Thanks to all the burning on bonfire night.
And my brothers are bleeding
'Cause I forgot to lead them back inside
For the storm is coming
And they don't know how to hide.
What doesn't hate you loathes you,
What doesn't fear you dies.
Can't see what we're pulling on through
'Cause, oh, we make up some honest lies.
Stop, let me do up my laces;
We're moving swiftly and they came untied.
You put me through all of my paces
To see the answers that were trapped inside.
Blow me a kiss at last
A kiss coated in leaden paint.
To save me put my neck in a cast
But make sure that I suffocate.
And my best mates are bleeding
I didn't tell them all to run away
See, what you do I love,
But what you are I hate.