[this is something I've been working on since last night, and it's coming along nicely, just needs a few more lines, and well, of course, music, but evs...here it is!]
Ignorant while you lie in soft beds
None notice how hard it is to breathe
The clouds are falling over our heads
A storm is growing out in 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 pain
And you never listened to my warnings
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