The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned,
And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great
It's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,
A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late

And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,
He's a murder, murderer

He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer

A depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud
I feel a drop in temperature, hear a thunder clap
My heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons,
Nothing's ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now

Will you stop screaming murder, look at our maker
- He's a murder, murderer

He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer

Ten, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone,
I will be letting go