My Oh My
My oh my
We've arrived on time
I can't believe what I saw
Close my eyes
But it doesn't matter to me
The warnings line the road like twisted trees
A prelude to great suffering
Threats never stopped me before
Oh my God
We've crossed the Rubicon
They tried to pluck out our eyes
Our camp is filled with spies
The time is coming for me
The graveyard hands are beckoning
I know it's my destiny
It's gonna be so cold
My oh my
We've run out of time
We've arrived on time
I can't believe what I saw
Close my eyes
But it doesn't matter to me
The warnings line the road like twisted trees
A prelude to great suffering
Threats never stopped me before
Oh my God
We've crossed the Rubicon
They tried to pluck out our eyes
Our camp is filled with spies
The time is coming for me
The graveyard hands are beckoning
I know it's my destiny
It's gonna be so cold
My oh my
We've run out of time
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Writer(s): Adam Cory Snyder
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