Whether To Cry Or Destroy 歌词

The salt from my eyes burn As does the acid of my tongue. Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight. Might I unearth the hatchet And put it to proper use. My hand is poised, and in fury. Only thunder gives me rest. Dare me to breathe When I cant catch my breath. Sway my temper's balance. Only thunder gives me rest.