buildings fall

skies crawl

earth opens up

politicians cry that the governments corrupt

people scream the end is near

as we meet our fate

and i'm the sucker on hold

cuz i always wait



you're late, you're late



dreamin of sleep

with a message in mind:

that the hours that creep

have left time behind

i'm second guessing myself

irrational, irate

but i got the right year

and i got the right date



you're late, you're late



torn to anarchy

so what do you know?

torn to nothing

which way do you go?

scream the end is near

as we meet our fate

but i'm the sucker on hold

cuz i always wait



i know that i'm a nut

and i get all spun

but i don't believe

that shit about

there's only one

i can make my own moves

and believe in fate

the first means

you're early

the latter means your late



you're late, you're late