All we know will be folded. A day of clouds. Creation waitsâŚ
Get away blue collar instrument
Get away politicians and priests
Refined to consume
It will be laid down
On the necks of the pure
The proud and the damned
Turn the page, embrace your
The sun beats down on your
Everything is burning because
Tonight the south is on fire!
The south is on fire.
Creation waits in eager expectation. Anxious. Patient.
Heaven will pause.
Get away blue collar instrument
Get away politicians and priests
Refined to consume
It will be laid down
On the necks of the pure
The proud and theâŚ
The sun beats down on your
Everything is burning from your
The sun beats down on your
The seas are boiling
Awake and rehearse
I never saw you
Shutting down hell
Bite down until it bleeds
O infamous city, full of turmoil, I'm terrified at your collapse
The kings, they shudder with horror, their faces distorted with fear
Endless empires gently brushed away in the blink of an eye
All Creation, wilted.
Captain, the ship is sinking. Have mercy.