Storm Chaser Testo

I must befriend a storm.
Panic when there's too little,
& panic when there's too much to be done.
The middle ground it bores me,
How to turn destruction into creation,
It's a question I find myself asking...
I never have the answers,
So we end up walking into rage!

Why would you want to stay here? Isn't it lonely inside?
Your head must be your home.

Not to excuse myself but
You have people right in front of you
Denying your very presence like that
Then see if you don't doubt
whether you exist.
A demonstration of perpetual motion,
It's easy to strive for perfection
When you are never bored.

Why would you want to stay here?
Isn't it lonely inside?
Your head must be your home.
What are you waiting for?
You must broken inside,
Your head must be your home.

What planet are you residing? You must broken inside.
Your head can't stay your home.