The Last Prophet

Can't cope the psychic pain
I'm wasting away
Fear grips my second sight
The season of change

My wisdom was for sale
To sell was my greed
Knowing the hours past
Are the last for me

Prophet of prediction tell
What the future will hold
The distant chimes of judgement bells
Before the sun explodes

Clouds send a desert rain
Steaming off the hands
Man has no chance to die
By our brothers hand

I know my sense is right
I prayed it was wrong
Should I speak of what I've seen ?
Or let it be gone

Prophet of prediction tell
What the future will hold
The distant chimes of judgement bells
Before the sun explodes

Walking away from things I've seen
My mind has played tricks on me
Death comes to all so then should I say
Just useless words won't stop that day

I feel a passinf calm
Wash over my face
I told them peace would be found
Among every race

Amidst the celebration
A sweat breaks my brow
My gift was just a curse
A flash melts the ground

Prophet of prediction tell
What the future will hold
The distant chimes of judgement bells
Before the sun explodes