I guess they know more then I do
Do you know what has been done?
I wish you could have seen
Since then I haven't moved
I wait for the storm and the storm waits for me
There were sounds like breaking glass
Screams, footsteps
Dragged and slammed against the walls
Since then I haven't moved
Am I alone in this?
With this little razor in my hand?
Coming from nowhere
Dragged up the walls
Thrown and bashed against the walls