Found in a Basement: I

The hurricane has come for you again

Sitting, living, and she's come for you

Run before she makes you bow

And writhe as you bleed out

Silence her, silence her, she's coming for you

Run before she gets you, run Jane, run

Or maybe stand and face the winds

You'll die anyway, sweetheart, death will come

I'll watch, don’t worry, you won't die alone

As it draws closer I'll wonder how you'll go

Will you scream as it draws near

Will you stand quietly and wait

Will you cower near the ground

But it doesn't matter, dearest

You're dead anyway

So close your eyes and sleep now

Sleep, Jane, sleep