Buzzard - Armageddon

Riding high on burnished wings

And with a brazen eye

The buzzard waits to take its pick

Waiting on that helpless cry

In the time it takes

The moment that you’re right off guard

Bridges that you thought you’d crossed

Got to cross 'em all again

Just as lightning strikes

Before the thunder

The buzzard falls upon its prey

Before it has a chance to wonder

But the meek will stand

Understanding nature

Seeing far beyond the plan

Take their place in time

Take their place in timeless structure

Out, out of the dark surrounding shadows

Tearing apart — trying to get to me

Sometimes you’ll see, sometimes you’ll feel

Colder than steel, instantly real

Burn, burning with fire, from the depths of time

Enter my space to take my grace from me

Slither and slide, ready to hide

Far down inside — waiting with pride