Easy targets on an open plain
Certain shelter, just a fantasy
they plan to see when rumblings rise again
Latest losers in this twisted game
Some are sirens always scolding me
My friends, my foes, my family sound the same

A surly circle in a surreal sky
Ever-present, primal memory
Too primitive to even wonder why
first impression’s hardest to reframe
Every drop an opportunity
to make a mess but who should take the blame?

Do you make up your mind
or do you spin down into the battle blind?
Is any time the right time
to tear through a standard paradigm?
You get so good at the grind
Watching walls let go of their ceilings
In the realm of the reeling
Tornado
Where will you go?

Power withers from the broken wires
Thought I heard your thunder next to me
And next thing you were hurtling through the sky
Frayed confetti falling down like rain
What the hunter hits is history
but when you miss, a mystery remains

Fortunes flatten real fast
Golden futures fold in the face of wrath
Chaos carves its own path
Maybe nothing much here is meant to last
Shelters shatter, you know
Shards of sky crash down through the ceiling
You make it up as you go
Tornado
Where will you go?

Futures fade away fast
Gilded fortunes wilt in a wave of wrath
Chaos carves a new path
Maybe nothing much here is meant to last
Shelter shatters, you know
Chards of sky cry down through the ceiling
You tear it down as you go
Tornado
Where will you go?

Don’t you even know?
Where will you go?
Oh do you even know?
Where will you go?
Don’t you even know?
Where will you go?
Oh do you really know?

Can’t shake that old feeling
of the process repeating
Not hard to believe it
Just a process repeating

Why surprise?
Plow right through this paradise
No surprise
You poison this paradise

Where will you go?