Tempest - Cursive

Wind blow

A semi capsized in the storm

Stranded

The rains of June have cleansed it

A baptism of suffrage

Take two

One man beneath a waning moon

Still birth

The abortive child of entropy

Careening for identity

Tempt him

Break him in slowly

His heart is quick to judge

But his hands are too lonely

Break him in slowly…

Red dawn

Another storm opens her arms

She’s whispering

«surrender all your loyalties»

Hand over your idle hands of false idols

Let the rains embrace you

Now…

Break them in slowly

Young hearts are quick to judge

But their hands are so lonely

Break them in slowly…

Break them in slowly…