All we know will be folded. A day of clouds. Creation waits
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
Your day will come Turn the page, embrace your Comforting company The sun beats down on your Comforting company 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 the
Comforting company The sun beats down on your Comforting company Everything is burning from your Comforting company The sun beats down on your Comforting company The seas are boiling
Out comes the light Awake and rehearse
Out comes the demons I never saw you Out comes the mercy Shutting down hell Bite down until it bleeds Out comes the exit
All things complete 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.