Whether To Cry Or Destory lyrics

The salt from my eye burns
As does the acid of my tongue.

Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight.
Might i unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use

My hand is poised, and in fury.

Only thunder gives me rest.

Dare me to breathe
When i can't catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.

Only thunder gives me rest.