Unchecked growth climbing up the walls.
Clear and calculating, mathematically-involved
individuals resolve that:

"When the Cold Front hits,
all you people better hit the deck.
When the Cold Front hits,
you better hide or you're gonna regret it."

My husband lives inside a hole.
My brother reads the Bible.
He shakes the walls and threatens us all that:

"When the Cold Front hits,
all you people better hit the deck.
When the Cold Front hits,
you better hide or you're gonna regret it.
When an angry God comes down,
you're gonna totally get it.
When the firestorm hits the town,
you're gonna beg for death.
You're gonna beg for death."