So now I’m alone with music as thought.    No music can think.    I’m angered and lost.    So eat up in hunger.    And I will tell you (and I’ve found)    I’ve learned from hunger    That when you go through the storm they will know who you are.      When you go through the storm they will know who you are.   (What you running for? Some things happen for reasons unexplored.)   When you go through the storm they will know who you are.   When you go through the storm they will know who are,    But you’ve been looking for a way back from ever wanting more.    And your body’s finally hit the floor cause it’s angry at the pulse it makes