[Lyric] Weatherman (Sandbox)

One, two, three, four

Can you see a martyr staring out through crystal eyes
A million days a million faces I despise
I control when I am in a hole I'm at my best
Rotting is a word not often used in jest

Ooh, I'm your weatherman
Ooh, I'm your weatherman

Counting's fun till you're counting holes in your head
These are only words, how could you be misled?

Ooh, I'm your weatherman
Ooh, Im your weatherman
Ooh, I'm your weatherman
Ooh, I'm your weatherman