written by J. Collins/ performed by Faedrus

Somewhere I found myself,

Could a been anywhere or just the same,

Only a blade of the day remains to me,

I was walking against the grain.

I suppose by now could of learned the force,

That would carry me across the floor

Somewhere we might find ourselves

In the calm before the storm

Met a man in the badlands,

Looking for his soul three days upon a hill,

Watching out for the infrared he said,

If there’s a way you he will,

Save no credence boy to the longer arm,

Said when you don’t pay attention it will do you harm,

Somewhere we might find ourselves

In the calm before the storm

Keep on racing like a bumblebee,

Racing for all the honey is all we please,

We become so preoccupied

Can’t tell our realities from disease

I suppose by now could of learned the force

That would carry me across the floor,

Skeletons are piling behind your doors

In the calm before the storm