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.