Tank - Eye of a Hurricane

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