it comes from beginning   it comes from the end   i know it all like an unwritten rule and i won’t live in fear again    it comes from looked over    it comes from your friends   i’ve known it all before i’ve been born and i won’t live like i did then because    these are wicked times    gotta know where to hide   i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still   feel uneasy when the storm comes   it plays in the playing    it plays in the game    i’ve seen the sides of a man through his eyes and i would rather be insane, to you, because    these are wicked times    gotta know where to hide   i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still   feel uneasy when the storm comes   it makes it seem nothing    then it becomes everything    i hold it tight in these hands of mine then it    turns to sand again    these are wicked times    gotta know where to hide   i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still   feel uneasy when the storm, when the    storm comes.    these are wicked times.