The Little Boy Cries

When the rain falls, it's like a thousand thunders Splintering from the sky covered in grey The ash stings and the smoke kills The first sound you hear isn't a warning It is death. And when you hear it, you should know you have no time left Death is approaching, and she'll kiss you free She'll kiss the life out of you, every last bit She'll demand you in her world Where you'll see me Yes you'll see me, wretched, lost and broken Whimpering in a corner which might as well be the centre Of a million stars glimmering in the midst of a dark abysmal void And there's no escape

There's no escape from death, She made it very clear in her contract. So when the cold, burning end falls from the sky Know that she's ready Ready to embrace you with her icy touch And ready to pull you in, in a world where you're finally free. You should be ready too.