buildings fall
skie's crawl
earth opens up
politicians cry that the governments corrupt
people scream the end is near
as we meet our fate
and i'm the s**er on hold
cuz i always wait
you're late, you're late
dreaming of sleep
with a message in mind:
that the hours that creep
have left time behind
i'm second guessing myself
irrational, irate
but i got the right year
and i got the right date
i know that i'm a nut
and i get all spun
but i don't believe
that sh** about
there's only one
i can make my own moves
or believe in fate
the first means
you're early
the later means your late