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