Look, listen, pay attention I say.
Come experience my flight tonight.
Walk, run, or drive your car out of sight.
Stand by, sit close, lets share, share knives, painted daggers.
His swift sword is silver and gold I’m told.
I want an award he said.
They laughed, go back to sleep you fool and wake up and follow the road of snow.
They know his death was just an illusion of a dark winter’s cold.
Go and stay in the sun and shine because as you know there’s very little time.
Look, listen; understand what is happening to our time.
It’s slipping away, come meet Mr. Chime.
Yes the maker of life, love, and the death of our mind.
So don’t look and listen without seeing or you might just lose your soul and purpose of being.