natural disaster

if the moon and the tide can't work it out

and the wind has a fury like nothing else, tell me...

how am i to be expected to get it right?

well the birds know to migrate to the south

and the bears know to hibernate it out, so tell me...

how is it that i have not been blessed with this foresight?

why is all creation given an instinct that'll be its savior?

no compass ever told 'em how, just an unseen master

why is all creation given excuses for its bad behavior?

well mine is, mine is, mine is i'm a natural disaster

if the beasts can't live in harmony

and the weeds grow to choke and kill the tree, tell me...

how am i gonna bring hope with no hope to bring?

and if the sands of time can't stop the flow

and the stars that die can't find their glow, tell me...

how am i supposed to know how to save a thing?

why is all creation given an instinct that'll be its savior?
no compass ever told 'em how, just an unseen master
why is all creation given excuses for its bad behavior?
well mine is, mine is, mine is i'm a natural disaster

what excuse does creation have for bleeding chaos and beauty for its creator?

mine is, mine is, mine is i'm a natural disaster