Stray - Son of Sam

So fall the tears of futility

down the guise of theonomy,

Don’t cast your prayers on me disinfect them and save them for yourself

It’s time, it’s time

it’s time, for the last day

WHOAH- This is the final night

WHOAH- before the black day,

WHOAH- and as you stray you move closer to our world

This is the final night

WHOAH- before the black day,

WHOAH- As the dim stretches further from us Chide a morbid propensity

as I connect so naturally,

The warmest sound I watch them flee

into a Hell they’ve created for themselves

WHOAH- This is the final night

WHOAH- before the black day,

WHOAH- and as you stray you move closer to our world

This is the final night

WHOAH- before the black day,

WHOAH- As the dim stretches further from us As you stray you move closer to us As you stray you move closer to us It’s time, it’s time

it’s time, for the last day

WHOAH- This is the final night

WHOAH- before the black day,

WHOAH- and as you stray you move closer to our world

This is the final night

WHOAH- before the black day,

WHOAH- As the dim stretches further from us WHOAH, WHOAH, WHOAH, OHHH