Over the hill   There goes the sun   Why is it red?   Is it a sign if it’s bleeding out?   Who is laughing?   Who could want this end?   Simple words made you   Understand this   Promises bend your emphasis   Who could want this end of days?   Thief in the night?   Run don’t rule this   Run don’t run shit   You can pray or clean out the bathroom, or clear out the closet, or talk to your children, or stay out of the army, or take off the blindfold   You can pray or cut all your bullshit and just speak to me