Death Ball

Death ball from space.

Death to all when I'm the only one left to get the call, the call from Grace.

Man fell, the bell rang, my hand tells as the membrane swells.

I'm 'ma Zen strain cells to be becoming.

We-we didn't see it coming.

I'm 'ma plea "flee" but there's no running.

Someone must of left the water running.

Flood water, door to door with 'a "Hello, I'm here to see daughter and take her to the prom before the slaughter.

Someone stop the New World Order..

Maybe a rock will renew our stock and control the natural order.

An act tragedy might be exactly what we need to have 'a miraculous jump back to reality.