 The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned,
And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great.
It's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,
A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late.
And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,
He's a murder, murderer.
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murder murderer...
A depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud.
I feel a drop in temperature, hear the thunder clap.
My heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons,
Nothing's ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now.
Will you stop screaming murder, look at our maker
He's a murder, murderer.
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murder murderer...
Ten, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone,
I will be letting go
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murder murderer...
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