November came and went,
The trees all held on to their leaves.
(They knew what we couldn't see.)
We were still dancing for rain
When our sacred lake dried up
On Christmas day.
We watched the mud,
Bake in the sun, turn bone dry.
We too had only sand to cry.
We stood in my backyard,
and watched as all the trees,
one by one,
gave up their ghost and crashed to earth.
I closed my eyes,
Saw the thing that I cannot name.
I opened my eyes,
You'd seen the same.
Though the storm clouds may gather
And the sky may turn gray,
But it's not gonna rain.
No, it's not gonna...
It's been 4 years now
Since the sky last opened up.
We always hear thunder in the distance,
But it never, ever rains.
I've been enduring great pain to secure what is mine,
While somewhere across the greatest divide,
The old king in the high chair just answers all my prayers,
"You can't understand, but everything's going as planned."
Forget about seasons,
Your forecast is hot dry,
Forget al your reasons,
Just believe without wondering why.
You could go on fighting forever, or you could simply concede.
We've been winning this war now for centuries, your rebellion is a childish dream.
Just a grain of sand next to the mountain, or the stars at the dawn of the day.
All your seconds they add up to nothing, you're destined to death, disease, and decay.
They hung a man at high noon today,
Some rebel with something to say.
They screamed, "Try and fight us
And you, too, will die this way."
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