Testo Impending Doom

Yeah, you're calling out my name
For something divine
So idiotic, it's so pathetic
You think I care?

No, you're in to deep
To late for you now
No one can save you No one will help your sorry ass

You won't get my mind
Lingering through lines
Sane your mental kind
Wake up friend you're mine

You've crossed the line
Impending doom

Hey, stop fooling yourself
This is the end of the line
Someone will judge your crimes
But it will not be me
End of the line,
So you're crying now?
Cold, low, rising up again…

Lies, Satan forgiving you