I hear you drowning in the ocean of all time and space, and you're dying today.
I can feel the mountains crumble.
I can see the sky turn red.
I can feel the hosts of heaven calling me up when i'm dead.
I ask you why? you deny the purple sky, the birds on high,
The evil lie, that you will die. yes, you will die.
I can feel the mountains crumble.
I can see the sky turn red.
I can feel the hosts of heaven calling me up when i'm dead.
You will die. yes, you will die.
