Текст песни Storm - Leoniden

Dizzy wineheads running in circles and no shape, no face is clear
I think I'm in the middle of a storm
My eyes filled with fear (like a rebel)
I think I'm in the middle of a storm

And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts
The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells
Must be a dream with taste of truth
I hit the ground

And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts
The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells
Must be a dream with taste of truth
I hit the ground

Those guys are frantic
Blow the finalists out of their way
I'm gonna say something,
But the words rise to a higher gain level thinking like a rebel
Frantic
Blow the finalists outta the way
Gonna say something
But the words rise
And the words rise ...

And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts
The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells
Must be a dream with taste of truth
I hit the ground

And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts
The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells
Must be a dream with taste of truth
I hit the ground

Dizzy wineheads running in circles
Dizzy wineheads running in circles
Dizzy wineheads running in circles

Dizzy wineheads running in circles
Dizzy wineheads running in circles

And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts
The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells
Must be a dream with taste of truth
I hit the ground

And the dance goes on till my face suddenly melts
The lights are flashin' and it's rainin' bulletshells
Must be a dream
Must be a dream