Reap The Storm

Locked up in cells, painted in the colours of madness
In here they dwell, men with insane minds
Supernatural powers, are they gifted or cursed?

Thousands of psychos, what if their chains will burst?

Are they safely restrained in these top-secret laboratories?
Pumped up with poison in this building of concrete
And no one can hear them scream.

Unleashed their insanity far back in time
These wicked psychos thirst for blood
That is their crime.

Sharing secret information, by waves in the air
Planning to escape, they all know when
Thoughts they share.

Soon they will gather the powers they have
To break through the concrete and kill what they can catch
And no one knows their plan.

Fire flash, and the concrete turned to dust
Let the massacre begin, for blood and gore they lust
Supernatural powers, they are gifted and cursed
Destroyers, for human lives they thirst.

They're getting closer, crawling to town
No use trying to stop them, they won't go down
People reap the storm.