Its Consuming
It's consuming
And It's confusing
I don't know what to do
I'm collapsing

On a false landing
This is it
My final action before I fly into that gloomy sky

My favorite type of weather is a thunderstorm for sure
Because when I am at home
I fe-feel quite secure

I am not a God
I am not a man

Just a young blud mixed in with the fam
My life flashing right before me
Then crumbling down right before thee

Spinning around and down around all over the ground for miles to astound
I can't explain how
But I guess I'm here now
Thunder and lightning
Rain coming down
Hitting the road
Making a sound

(melodic chanting)

But guess what fam when you die
I won't give a damn
I won't even cry get on my level
Or sure you'll die

You'll meet the light
You'll burn in fright
And guess what mate
I'll say bye bye