Tic Toc Joey Rock

Frozen eyes gazing towards her sky Green body bags their establishment's Contribution to this darker shade in gray You as yours thought she was an endless day ? That wicked's evil generation could somehow someway Perpetually carry on these blood dreanched banners swaying While taunting till time's what but, I have beheld your best shot yes Apocalyptic passages a glimpse this omen the beginning theirs and think not Love shall fail to crash then burn his piper's fortified walls: no galaxy high enough Nor cavern aneath her sea your bunker deep enough; for disarray's kings of nothing nay Except, this rusting clock spelling tears the end in sin twas yours: My Spirit, rushing tides His mountain.