The Poor Prophet

Visions of fire and rust
Charred melting sky crumbles bone into dust
Reach them and tell them the news
Hasn't yet happened but I know its true
Beware the Ides of March -
Caesar was stabbed twenty times in the heart
And why am I no different? Does no one learn?
Continue this way and I know you'll all burn
Wait til your brain snaps
Look all around watch the system collapse
Come sit here with me under the willow tree
Laugh as the vision comes true

Oh what can we do? I'm here watching you
But I can't see the stars at night...

Why does no one believe me? Is it all in my head?
Why does no one believe me?
Can you deny what I've said?

Visions of fire and death
I can't keep shouting I'm all out of breath
All of my pointless art...
And the end of days won't cure my empty heart
Reach them and tell them the news.
I'm always here watching over you,
Come sit here with me under the willow tree
Laugh as the vision comes true



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Schraer
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