Seven - Sun Storm lyrics

[Intro] Conflict/Resolution. That's damn sure not a specialty I wanna thank everyone for listening to the album they just listened to Please don't take out your lights though. It's kinda sad [Verse One] I'm from the meth lab city of broken dreams And cracked out dopamines Where everybody's looking for an ocean scene Where 'Pac and Biggie are pa**e cause back home We speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone I'm from a city where there's actually people That are bothered by the thought of h*mos**ual marriage The Bible Belt, friendly smiles, and Christian steeples And names like Bobby Sue Williams and Belinda Peoples This town is so eerie when it snows All the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road The crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir The echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river To say... yeah the city could be great one day But the first step is getting out of our own way I've been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns I'll die, right here, in this town [Hook] And I know There's something beautiful within my grasp And I know I think I'm satisfied but it won't last And I know To lace my boots up and pick my path I'll find another rainstorm to fill my gla** [Verse Two] So quote my life as written by anonymous, f** it I think I'll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises So if you're coming over bring a bottle and a cup There's a war going on outside (and I don't give a f**) I could never win the fight for me I could only minimize the details of my life story I was born, late July, 1981 Skip a bunch of bullsh** until now and then the story's done But I'mma write the chapters later in my life In a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife Both of us in wheelchairs we quietly hold hands It's strange, but one day, I'm gonna be an old man I hope to be happy on that day Because I finally stood up and moved the hell out of my own way I need to get the hell out of my own way (note to self) And so do you [Hook] And I know There's something beautiful within my grasp And I know I think I'm satisfied but it won't last And I know To lace my boots up and pick my path I'll find another rainstorm to fill my gla** [Outro] No no no no. Don't get your lighters out. This isn't Bed Harper Thank you Seven. Thank you Opus. And thank you Kansas City. Good night BOW MOTHERfu*kER WHAT!?