I never spoke with god but always missed him in heaven all chances that I've took were those that were given cruising around in an unknown life in blind search for career alone in skyscraper town with a heart that's full of fear Now the wind blows harder from coast to coast thunderstorms are what they fear the most windows are shut doord are closed these are the visions of the holy ghost Silence became my only master it stops me going faster and faster I'm riding on an unknown train destination unknown but I feel good again In an world where only money rules Where the wise men slowly turn to fools There's nothing real in what they tell so let these prophets go to hell now the wind... Be quiet now hear the thunders roar nothing will remain as before everybody turns off the light because the holy ghost won't sleep tonight now the wind...