Waiting for a storm to critically stop my heart hache... or my heart at all
All I was thinkin' about as staring lightning,
Was to be electroshocked as a miserable thing.
Like a target, placed to receive the storm;
Giving up life, like an erased worm.
Put your foot on my face, just a jubilate game;
Many others wait for their turn, I'm just a frame;
Just like sands over the ground, as I lay dying,
Waiting to be washed up, sent as dust flying.
I'm just waiting for a storm,
Just waiting for the tomb.
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go,
How can I blame you, when it's me I can forgive.
Your Killer make you much strong
(Metallica-Broken, Beat & Scarred)
Waiting for the one,
The day that nevers comes.
No, the sunshine never comes.
I was inspired by listenning to this songs from the last album of Metallica, Death Magnetic, and by the last events.
