Karma

The voices of my past speak to me
but i do not hear what they have to say
restrain on my memories
much to my own dismay

banished is my being
and destroyed is my sense
put behind is my past
so i go forth, hence

visages of my future
come to me in dreams
the voices of my future
nothing as it seems

karma has come once
karma has come twice before
karma is coming
she is coming but once more

what goes around comes around
and this is your third strike
by the end of the final day
the world will end that night

the light will turn dark
and all that is false, was actually true
you should have listened to me
and believed in you

your world has gone
and your light is dark
there is no saving you
there is no Noah's arc

you are Joan
burned alive
you don't remember the burning
because its of a pipe

the fire breathes hot
and you are not spared
you don't even know what has happened
so your mind is not scared

close your eyes sweet child
i hope you dream true
for the fire and the flames
is karma coming through