Yellow skies, black clouds
And transparent arrows
Pointing to a black hole
The sun was dead.
The moon long lost,
it fell behind that sheet that some call god
STOP
It pains to see the world you’ve created,
It’s shaming to know I’ve helped.
Can’t we open our eyes?
But then we’d have to see
THEIR AFRAID,
The monsters in the window
Are seen with blind eyes.
THEIR AFRAID,
The clock is running out
And the turning hands are growing,
Louder
YOU CAN’T PRETEND NOT TO HEAR YOUR ALARM
Wake up from your shackles,
It’s time for your nightmare
