I’m a skeptic till the death of it
Prophets prediction’ is rhetoric
Its like predictin’ the weather with
A lick of the thumb
Makin’ me numb
People fallin’ 60 stories
Is this Kingdom come?
I’m thinking one
But thoughts get me aggy
I need room to breath so I wear my jeans baggy
Fuck it, so if we die
They can toe tag me
What the hell is the world coming to?
I can’t believe it all ends over
Ideals and false truths
Too late to call a soft truce
I seen pictures of crossed troop
Marching left to right
Cloudin’ my sight
Tears that I might not get to see my little girl grow up right
Fears that I might not make it through tonight
What were they thinking the day they took that flight?
They hit it hard once
They hit it hard twice
Can’t hit it Thrice
‘Cause the Twins did tumble
It was an eerie silence in the air
As I watched the twins crumble
Something about the fall making me humble
Heard a voice mumble
Is this the beginning of the end?
If so, I hope that all men and women make amends
Tell your family you love them every chance you get
Stop and smile and shake hands with your friends
How do we make it through this dire straight
If the road never bends?
So now I bow and pray
Some how we’re all hypocrites
Please don’t let my baby suffer
If it must end…
Let it be swift…