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The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned,And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great.It's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late.And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,He's a murder, murderer.He's a murder, he's a murderer,He's a murder, he's a murderer...A depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud.I feel a drop in temperature, hear a thunder clap.My heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons,Nothing's ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now.Will you stop screaming murder, look at our maker- He's a murder, murderer.He's a murder, he's a murderer,He's a murder, he's a murderer...Ten, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone,...I will be letting go... From Letras Mania