Ignorant, you fools lie in soft beds
None notice how hard it is to breathe
As the clouds fall over our heads
A storm gathers out upon the sea
Look up into the sky
Don’t you see the birds fly’n low?
Don’t you all realize
That our end is coming now?
It’s coming now the swirling storm of death
And you never listened to my warnings
So after this night of flood and hellish breath
We’ll see who has survived in the morning
For from the rubble we shall rise again
And our past transgressions be forgiven
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