There is a storm coming,
So run for your lives.
Your existence has flourished under,
Their fabled lies.
Your peaceful ways could only last you so long.
There was a thin shred of decency,
Holding you on.
But that thin shred has gone.
I can't believe you'd pick this fight,
There's not much left of me.
Have some goddamn compassion,
I would regard you as highly as family.
Hammer and fist,
Hit or miss.
There is no running away from this.
Fire and sea,
Fire and see.
There is no running away from me.
I can't believe you'd pick this fight,
There's not much left of me.
Have some goddamn compassion,
I would regard you as highly as family.
Let the lion put his head in your mouth,
And never let him out.
The ground is black with blood,
The sky is black with ash.
I look at this mess we've made,
There's so many questions to ask.