Run for dear life The approaching storm is bringing the things that I have grown to fear in this world I should have cut my eyes from my head and removed my tongue, severed my hands at the wrists so I'd making it to Heaven Comsunming lives, both yours and mine Torn limb from limb Now sacrifice Flood Wash it away Begin to drown The masses are swallowed under, and all above the surface of the water burns and is torn limb from limb