The Tempest

I’m an indefatigable method

By which the dry meet their pain

And I’m the mechanism

That he used to bring him rain

I’ve got enough saturation

To drown even the whores

So if you want to board my gilded barge

Let me see your storm

Let me see your storm

Let me see your storm

I’m the tempest and with each cloud I’m born

I live my life like a video, so insidiously

Because my living is your porn

But it’s me getting off, getting off on your scorn

I leave shore for weeks

Yeah, I leave shore for weeks

If anyone asks, I know the guard

Doing his rounds ’round the Tower

I start alone and carve my own hours

So are you dry or are you my dairy?

Will you give me your milk?

This machine’s so very

This machine’s so very

This machine’s so very

I’m the tempest and with each cloud I’m born

I live my life like a video, so insidiously

Because my living is your porn

But it’s me getting off, getting off on your scorn

There’s only two kinds of strangers

The some who spit and the others who swallow

If I wanted a familiar or some pet—a dog in the manger

Then I’d suck your cigarette, and blow away the danger

I’ve got a wet-wish and I’m heaving in Vegas

If you don’t want to leave it now

Then turn me off and I’ll make it

I need something to lament

I need something to lament

I need something to lament

I’m the tempest and with each cloud I’m born

I live my life like a video, so insidiously

Because my living is your porn

But it’s me getting off, getting off on your scorn

They didn’t like the way I pummelled them with full disclosure

They didn’t know that I crumbled when faced with dull composure

I’m the tempest and with each cloud I’m born

I live my life like a video, so insidiously

Because my living is your porn

But it’s me getting off, getting off on your scorn