The desert holds the sun in its familiar gaze,
while the sand is getting ready to be carried away.
Its seeking refuge in the caves till end of the day,
and at night repopulates.
The land is held ransom by a chemical heat.
the flood is warming up for another repeat.
and life has disregarded any sense of warning,
it says there's nothing I can do.
But, make amends make a prayer an analysis,
and calculate how much time we think is left,
they say shits going down in 2012,
but let's hope their tribe was wrong.
Ill advocate how I've got plenty of time,
the myths don't mean a think until that suns of fire.
but ill be hiding in my room covered up like a child,
still so afraid,
so afraid,
of being judged.