What is to come Has it's own way to show Dance in the way of the devil And put on one hell of a show Face the pain of rejection Pale in the light of your control Wail for the demise of the heavens Fake till it all conforms Force out the lance thats relevant Fill out the cage with the trolls Make pine grow till the seven Feet, of which one being the crucial soul Light up the hay on the beacon Call on the one's who enrolled Blink like a lie for a second Fate has it's own way untold Rush from the ways of the barren Earth, and it's sparkling indoors Wait for the time in the cabin And make your way to the that floor Sneeze as you had with you a napkin And collude with dark and heavenly spores! Heavenly spores! #kruelt
