Can't cope the psychic pain I'm wasting away Fear grips my second sight The season of change
My wisdom was for sale To sell was my greed Knowing the hours past Are the last for me
Prophet of prediction tell What the future will hold The distant chimes of judgement bells Before the sun explodes
Clouds send a desert rain Steaming off the hands Man has no chance to die By our brothers hand
I know my sense is right I prayed it was wrong Should I speak of what I've seen ? Or let it be gone
Prophet of prediction tell What the future will hold The distant chimes of judgement bells Before the sun explodes
Walking away from things I've seen My mind has played tricks on me Death comes to all so then should I say Just useless words won't stop that day
I feel a passinf calm Wash over my face I told them peace would be found Among every race
Amidst the celebration A sweat breaks my brow My gift was just a curse A flash melts the ground
Prophet of prediction tell What the future will hold The distant chimes of judgement bells Before the sun explodesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
