End Of Time
A burning halo, beneath the sea
Man I’m gonna hide, if you let me be
And I’ll simmer quiet, like a lion sleeps
Soon I’m gonna rise
A heated pistol, torn at the seams
And a shot rang out like white lightning
Over your city, on a red fault-line
Like a live fuse wire
Eras and ages, surge and recede
And I’ll hold my stride, ’til I’m on my knees
’Til the end of time
