When you?re not ready it?ll sneak up on you like nothing
Nothing you can ever imagine will descend on your blackened heart
Around the bend and through the trees, up through the sky
Down you?ll come when you?re due for a change.
When I am concerned I only bleed through the sands of time
And when I bleed out loud I speak of a catastrophe
And when it burns through the souls of burden and crumbling defeat
It leaves a mark on the eyes of the damned
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