My Tornado Is Resting

My tornado is resting,
Sweetly sound,
Quietly it rests,
Do not disturb.

It begins to violently snore,
As it twists and turns in its bed,
The bed begins to rock
As the floorboards begins to rattle.

The nightmare comes alive,
and tears away the lives of the Innocent,
And passing the nightmare on,
Taking it house to house.

From farms to schools,
Skyscrapers and Work sites.
Taking away the lives,
Taking away the lives of the innocent.

For when the night comes,
The Tornado has it's rest,
the night that could be your last,
Makes the nightmare come alive...