• when we all die, where do we go
    the last day of earth, has known all thats to know
    the bright white sun, drifts away in discreet
    as the frantic civilians scramble on the street
    as the buildings tumble over and fall, in sheer peace
    the puppeteers puppet is missing a piece
    the arm of god, thats been here all along
    but left us today, when tonight, were all gone
    all the concrete and rebar won't hould up the world
    relying on children, on small little girl
    who knew this would happen through the months and weeks
    this unknown knowledge, for this whole is too deep
    when the structures tumble into and over and out
    the children sit crying, for what is about
    extreme cold and heat will seperate the street
    when heaven and hell meet the reaper will reap.