Jenn Vix – Bad Weather lyrics

You'd better brace yourself
The winds a coming through
The drought of thought is near
And it feeds off of you

Bad weather's knocking down
The door of your hotel
You spin inside the dust bowl
The bellboys ringing all the bells

Invisible horns
An invisible head
Like a bull will mow you down
You fought hard to keep it at bay
Now it's ripping through your town

To tear the hair from the back of your neck
Kick dirt into your face
Get the hell out of the way
It's stirring up the place

Bad weather's coming
To make badlands of your mind
It's gonna rip you up
And leave you far behind

Bad weather's coming
To cleanse your words
The mind tornadoes coming
There go the birds