Eye of a Hurricane - Tank

We are saints we are sinners

We’ve got troubles there ain’t no doubt

When you hate what the world’s become

If I listen to you

Will you listen to me

Nature has a way of its own

What you reap is what you have sown

Trying to stake your claim

This is not a game

This is not a game

Spitting the eye of a hurricane

You do it over again

No more chances we are not all the same

You revel in your war games

There are givers and takers

We got ones that don’t care at all

When desire becomes the norm

Will it happen to you

Will it happen to me

Staring at society

Pray that it would never be me

Ready to stake your claim

This was never a game

This was never a game

Spitting the eye of a hurricane

It happens over again

No more chances we are not all the same

You revel in your war games

You have secrets that just can not be kept

They’ve got promises that can not be read

These are moments that are lying ahead

We are givers and takers

We are ones that don’t care at all

When desire becomes the norm

If I listen to you

Will you listen to me

Staring at society

Pray that it would never be me

Ready to stake your claim

This was never a game

This was never a game

Spitting the eye of a hurricane

It happens over again

No more chances we are not all the same

You revel in your war games