Текст песни End Of Skies - Ceschi , Shoshin , David Ramos
(Icon
the
Mic
King)
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky
when
it
falls
on
you?
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky
when
it
falls
on
you?
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky
when
it
falls
on
you?
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky?
I
thought
the
last
days
was
a
catch
phrase
Someone
made
it
to
the
finish
line
in
the
rat
race
That
may
collapse
a
wall
in
this
glass
maze
Its
artistry
is
largely
seen
as
passé
Really
it's
right
as
rain
on
this
token
hero
Time
is
finished
when
sky's
the
limit...
approaching
zero
Behold
a
pale
trojan
horse
the
form
of
a
vaccine
Silent
weapon,
quiet
war
of
the
world
of
the
banshee
And
we
touch
the
stars
in
a
literal
sense
While
our
dystopia's
crushed
to
a
minuscule
myth
Woe
is
me
throwing
these
stones
- no
religious
defense
See
me
at
the
crossroads
still
tryna
sit
on
the
fence
(David
Ramos)
It's
a
self
imposed
massacre
When
the
heavens
turn
to
flames
And
the
petroleum
rain
drops
fuel
the
fires
Fleeing
on
top
of
the
mountains
away
from
the
waters
Attempting
to
swallow
Us
alive
Must
survive
Trust
in
CHRIST
Or
whatever
exotic
particle
composition
product
of
your
imagination
That
you
believe
in
Rely
on
something
greater
than
yourself
When
yourself
is
helpless
It's
when
the
sycophants
turn
to
JESUS
Defeated
fetuses
Drowning
in
ocean
crevices
Sub-aquatic
tumbled
tunnels
Turn
to
defective
fallopian
tubes
It's
the
wrath
of
greed
The
act
of
Gods
2012
(Shoshin)
When
the
Colossus
comes,
crashing
through
a
sky
on
fire
The
Earth
will
quake
and
mark
the
end
of
the
Prophet's
run
The
burst
and
break
of
the
surface
will
certainly
service
The
birth
of
opaque,
pestilent
smoke
to
block
the
lungs
We
knew
we'd
perish
in
this
future
furnace
After
all
the
truest
prophecies
are
told
by
those
who
mold
the
outcome
A
solid
mix
of
dollar
mints
and
talcum
tinted
tentacles
Exalt
the
Chaplain
of
the
ashen
chasm!
Our
policy
of
never
reevaluating
our
policies
Will
give
rise
to
pandemic
damages
White
lies
and
red
death
for
the
brandishing
A
revolution
of
stillness;
the
marching
of
the
mannequins
A
twisted
vision
that
mimics
movements
of
crippled
pigeons
Folding
$20's
till
trees
imitate
smoke
from
bombarded
buildings
In
a
fallout
shelter
future,
extinction
will
scream
from
silos
The
blood
of
man
will
run,
red
will
flood
the
land
So
say
your
prayers
ridden
with
false
hopes
Because
the
plague
prevails
and
chokes
with
a
grip
that
grabs
ghosts
Yes!
Hark
the
herald
Angel
of
Death!
The
peril
will
mangle
and
spread
Until
"Life"
is
just
a
new
name
for
the
dead
(Ceschi)
No
clouds.
It
wasn't
white...
There
were
no
angels
flying
around
No
fire.
It
wasn't
red...
There
was
no
anti-christ
nor
christ
And
the
night
did
not
ignite
Into
a
fiery
pit
of
dogfights
and
demonic
delight
Instead
it
was
quite
like
a
slight
ray
of
light
Flashing
in
seconds
Barely
attainable
by
sight
In
the
end
human
life
felt
so
damn
trife
As
if
there
was
never
a
plight
or
a
war
A
knife
or
a
sword
Delight
or
abhor
No
glory
No
delusions
of
grandeur
No
more
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky
when
there's
none
left
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky
when
it
swallows
you
How
do
you
run
from
the
sky
when
you're
stuck
on
a
treadmill
floating
In
thin
air
that
leads
to
nowhere
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