End of Time
A burning halo, beneath the sea
Man I'm gonna hide, if you let me be
And I'll simmer quiet, like a lion sleeps
Soon I'm gonna rise
A heated pistol, torn at the seams
And a shot rang out like white lightning
Over your city, on a red fault-line
Like a live fuse wire
Eras and ages, surge and recede
And I'll hold my stride, 'til I'm on my knees
'til the end of time
Man I'm gonna hide, if you let me be
And I'll simmer quiet, like a lion sleeps
Soon I'm gonna rise
A heated pistol, torn at the seams
And a shot rang out like white lightning
Over your city, on a red fault-line
Like a live fuse wire
Eras and ages, surge and recede
And I'll hold my stride, 'til I'm on my knees
'til the end of time
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Writer(s): Terrence Marvin Moore
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