I open up my eyes, see the colour of the skies And the sun crashes down right in front of my eyes The beauty is now filled with the havoc that is built The smoke fills my lungs, but on me rests no guilt The storm comes for free And in its maze it lets me be With death's embrace and life to waste The storm comes for free And in its maze it lets me be And the gold will set me free I stand all alone as the crater is shown In this bold, grey disaster that I must now call home The brown and dry land calls with hail falling like rag dolls But it's better than the paint I used to have on my wall The storm comes for free And in its maze it lets me be With death's embrace and life to waste The storm comes for free And in its maze it lets me be And the gold will set me free