Firestorm - Single by X-Patriate: Alan J. Lipman Lyrics
She took the light
Inside herself
Worried it
Awhile
With her hands
Anticipating
With searching darkness
Sureness of
What would
Befall her plans
And the control
Of her walk
Was the control
Of her darkness
Sure now
In the
Darkness
Of her world
And what
Compelled
Her step
Was
The
Anticipation
A vengeance
For
What
Had not
Yet occurred
She's looking
Sad and
Confused
Like a child
At how all this
Could befall her
Holds herself
Unaware of
Her drive
That she
Needs to
Prove it
While holding
Herself far enough
Away
That she can say
Look what
Happened
To her
A whirlwind
A firestorm
That she
Created
What
Had been
Stirred around her
A whirlwind
A firestorm
She stands inside and
Feels the
Fear
The
Fear
Of
Her
Rage
Distraction
To bring about
The
Firewall
Soon
They might
Come
And
Save her
From
What
She created
But as
She turns
Semi-surprised
To
Find
Her
Finger
On
The
Match
And
Watch
Her eyes
Light
With rage
Like the
Flip of
A latch
They deserved it
They deserved it
And
Other
People
Do it
Anyway
Natch
A whirlwind
A firestorm
That she created
What
Had been
Stirred
Around
Her
A whirlwind
A firestorm
That
She created
To
Try to
Bring the past
Back to her
A whirlwind
Firestorm
That
Lasts as
Long as
The fear
And rage
That
Rises
Up
Inside
Her
And
Later
She walks
Out
Of
The Ashes
Thrilled
Stimulated
Scared of
Herself
Defending
Needing
Alone
Untangling the
Ropes
Around her
She begins to
Frantically
Plan
What to
Scream to
Avoid
How to
Blame it
All on
The
Next one
Who
Having been
Fully used
Has
Victimized
Her
To justify
To cast it off herself
To clean herself
Till the storm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
Has begin
Firestorm
Firestorm
Firestorm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
And escape
Has begun
Has begun
Inside herself
Worried it
Awhile
With her hands
Anticipating
With searching darkness
Sureness of
What would
Befall her plans
And the control
Of her walk
Was the control
Of her darkness
Sure now
In the
Darkness
Of her world
And what
Compelled
Her step
Was
The
Anticipation
A vengeance
For
What
Had not
Yet occurred
She's looking
Sad and
Confused
Like a child
At how all this
Could befall her
Holds herself
Unaware of
Her drive
That she
Needs to
Prove it
While holding
Herself far enough
Away
That she can say
Look what
Happened
To her
A whirlwind
A firestorm
That she
Created
What
Had been
Stirred around her
A whirlwind
A firestorm
She stands inside and
Feels the
Fear
The
Fear
Of
Her
Rage
Distraction
To bring about
The
Firewall
Soon
They might
Come
And
Save her
From
What
She created
But as
She turns
Semi-surprised
To
Find
Her
Finger
On
The
Match
And
Watch
Her eyes
Light
With rage
Like the
Flip of
A latch
They deserved it
They deserved it
And
Other
People
Do it
Anyway
Natch
A whirlwind
A firestorm
That she created
What
Had been
Stirred
Around
Her
A whirlwind
A firestorm
That
She created
To
Try to
Bring the past
Back to her
A whirlwind
Firestorm
That
Lasts as
Long as
The fear
And rage
That
Rises
Up
Inside
Her
And
Later
She walks
Out
Of
The Ashes
Thrilled
Stimulated
Scared of
Herself
Defending
Needing
Alone
Untangling the
Ropes
Around her
She begins to
Frantically
Plan
What to
Scream to
Avoid
How to
Blame it
All on
The
Next one
Who
Having been
Fully used
Has
Victimized
Her
To justify
To cast it off herself
To clean herself
Till the storm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
Has begin
Firestorm
Firestorm
Firestorm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
And escape
Has begun
Has begun