An omen, I saw it too
Dragged the sky into a conjuration
Drunk bodies in confusion
The bottom line is tomorrow's coming
Clings to the edge, trapped in denial
The bottom line is tomorrow's coming
Enough of this skin, time to shed
Underneath, the serpent devours its tail
Through fire, transmutation
No gentle touch, honing the apprentice
The bottom line is tomorrow's coming
Enough of this skin, time to shed
Underneath, the serpent devours its tail