Ionia The Storm
I’m the wind that knocks you down
And beats you to the ground
You’ve found
I’m the taste inside your mouth
The one you can’t wash out
You’re doubt
You pout
Will it get much worse before it gets much better?
Grieve in all naivety
If she leaves the light on it won’t change the weather
The monsters still believe in me
I’m the coward you keep caged
Undeserving of your rage
I rage
I’m the storm of your design
Your villain mastermind
Your mind
Will it get much worse before it gets much better?
Grieve in all naivety
If she leaves the light on it won’t change the weather
The monsters still believe in me
I’m the cancer in your brain
The blood clot in your vein
The stench of still remains
The soothsayer who saves
Will it get much worse before it gets much better?
