Ah shit
Lambs feasting are lost in revels
While shepherds rain fire that levels
Egged on by profits and fortune
Starving to ignore and consume
Offer, distraction, and reaping your servitude
Able, to help us, but pushing and wanting
Gaining the need for more
How can you pretend
All are not facing the end
Midnight is closer
Baffled by the lack of knowledge
Unwilling to observe the wreckage
Heads in the sands of denial
Buried until doom's arrival
No sum, of riches, can save us from what's to come
A fortress, of dollars, can only beget
Gaining the need for more
How can you pretend
All are not facing the end
Midnight is closer
A thirst that will never be quenched
A hunger that will never end
A fire that ever consumes
A source till it runs out of fuel
How can you pretend
All are not facing the end
How can you pretend
All are not facing the end
Midnight is closer