too much has been said about



the end of time



a million pointed fingers



including mine



but when the dusk falls to begin



the august winter we all will have written a verse 



to the final gospel 2x

so throw up your hands 



and sing a praise to your lord 



for the ability to see and yet not see what we cannot ignore



now i feel there is no hope 



time's a clock that's moving backwards 



ticking away our last chances moving so much faster



i think we're already dead!



no matter what's been said!

hell is now and now is hell 



and we will pay for all we did



x2

someone somewhere is laughing so had at how easily things can be taken so very 



hard and still we feed the fire of the coming storm that is human extermination 



taking form



from deep inside my bones 



i feel anticipation burning and when i put my ear to the floor i hear revolution 



and yet i'm ashamed at the simplicity 



of humanity and its mentality 



and how easy this society can be shaped and molded 



into formless mindless clay

too much has been said about



the end of time



a million pointed fingers



including mine



but when the dusk falls to begin



the august winter we all will have written a verse 



to the final gospel