End of Time - The Blackwater Fever

A burning halo, beneath the sea

Man I’m gonna hide, if you let me be

And I’ll simmer quiet, like a lion sleeps

Soon I’m gonna rise

A heated pistol, torn at the seams

And a shot rang out like white lightning

Over your city, on a red fault-line

Like a live fuse wire

Eras and ages, surge and recede

And I’ll hold my stride, 'til I’m on my knees

'til the end of time