I’m the wind that knocks you down  And beats you to the ground  You’ve found    I’m the taste inside your mouth  The one you can’t wash out  You’re doubt  You pout    Will it get much worse before it gets much better?  Grieve in all naivety  If she leaves the light on it won’t change the weather  The monsters still believe in me    I’m the coward you keep caged  Undeserving of your rage  I rage    I’m the storm of your design  Your villain mastermind  Your mind    Will it get much worse before it gets much better?  Grieve in all naivety  If she leaves the light on it won’t change the weather  The monsters still believe in me    I’m the cancer in your brain  The blood clot in your vein  The stench of still remains  The soothsayer who saves    Will it get much worse before it gets much better?