it was midnight when the lights went out in California
and the ground gave way the people believed
it was the end and they were in the last days
the people started to pray when the bridge collapsed
but it was too late many came to warn us evening
was upon us they witnessed so much naked shame
sleepers sleeping on beds of flames the profit that man
gains off of other peoples pains poor lost souls have no
silver and gold it's on the bishops robes and in the deep
pockets of the pastors it kindled the anger of the
Heavens to know so God made Poets Prophets but
the people failed to understand the stanzas the parables
were too true for ignorance so the world was destroyed
for not listening the people found themselves in a place
of stillness where there was no light with the heavy hand
of Gods wrath upon 'em not to mention it was to late
to repent the heavens were no longer paying attention