Tough Times

There are tough times ahead
So let us break bread to be fed
Pull in the stitches and knot down the thread
Patch up the sail, there is a rough storm ahead

Trumpets will blow, a second coming I heard
Is this the end we feared?
The end of the wicked?
Is the end so near?
People killing?

Bodies are being stenciled for the blood to be filtered for sacrifices
The human race is getting extinct when the last tree hasn't fallen
So many unanswered questions anytime I closed my eyes
So many more when I dared rest my head

The time track is getting shorter for the human race
If only the hands of time could be reversed to revert our mistakes.