This is no way to live
A storm is coming
I can hear a storm coming up, I can sense it
A wind so strong to blow you apart
A gale so fierce to tear out your heart
A storm is coming
Cut out the past so it never grows back
Don’t you see the storm coming?
Don’t you care?
All my belongings not fastened, tied down or safe
They will be scattered all over the place
It will be scattered all over my life
Cut out some pieces to lay bare the true heart
Do you manage to stop the bleeding before another attack?
Prevent the unwanted ghosts from entering and then please
Cut out the past so it never grows back
This is no way to live
