I FEEL THE HATE, IT KEEPS COMING DOWN

COMING DOWN LIKE THE RAIN

LOOK AT ME, I'M GETTING DRENCHED

WE KEEP GETTING CAUGHT UP

IN THIS RAGING WIND

NOW LOOK AT US, WE'RE BLOWN AWAY.....BY THE WIND

I WANT TO SEE HOW HIGH IS THAT FLAG GONNA FLY

WHEN THE STORM COMES RAGING THROUGH

IT SURROUNDS ALL OF US

IT'S WINDS CARRY THE TRUTH

THE RAINS ARE THE TEARS

THAT HAVE BEEN FALLNG OVER THE YEARS

THIS STORM IS GONNA WIPE AWAY

WIPE AWAY THE INSINCERE

NO MORE WIITE, NO MORE BLACK

NO MORE BARRIERS, NO MORE TRAPS

THERE WILL BE OUIET AFTER THE STORM

- Judge, The Storm