This is a song about "Storming"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Empty like my eyes, yet my insides are storming,

It's important that when its storming

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Wake in the morning, its storming and my mood's improved/