Malachi sits on the edge of a cliff to watch the world go by
They say he's losin' his grip, but if you think about it, he's the only one to open his eyes
He says, "I issued my call, wrote it up on the wall, got my word from the source
I don't mind at all, the temple may fall, everything runs its course..."
It's been years, since your message with no reply
You turn deaf ears, we've danced for rain but the river's runnin' dry
It's our worst fear, 'cuz now everyday feels more like the end times
And we've exhausted all our same old alibis... Oh Malachi...
I need someone to turn the tides, Malachi...
Malachi roams through the valley of bones, not a care in his mind.
He feels right at home, raisin' children from stones, without breaking his stride
He says, "Consider your fate, for wide is the gate that leads to demise
I tried to reiterate, but no one escaped the jaws of their own device..."
It's been years, since your message with no reply
You turn deaf ears, we've danced for rain but the river's runnin' dry
It's our worst fear, 'cuz now everyday feels more like the end times
And we've exhausted all our same old alibis... Oh Malachi...
I need someone to turn the tides, Malachi...
The eye of a needle's much too broad
For all those holding up this whole facade
There'll be nowhere left to pin the blame
When your best-laid plans go up in flames...
It's been years, since your message with no reply
You turn deaf ears, we've danced for rain but the river's runnin' dry
It's our worst fear, 'cuz now everyday feels more like the end times
And we've exhausted all our same old alibis... Oh Malachi...
I need someone to turn the tides, Malachi...