The Volcano

Tavola degli accordi #191805

fornita da Grathy

Testo:

© Grathy
The Volcano
Vocals and lyrics by Mary McGrath
Copyright 6/7/2020
All rights reserved


The muted volcano
Sits in the distance,
It’s hot eye
Surveying the landscape.

It has been quiet for many years, until now.

Slowly, it blinks
As its smoke unfurls like a dying flag,
Reaching upward toward the heavens
That are too far away.

There is discord below
As the earth attempts to right itself,
But it’s too late.

The anger rises upward
Popping like a pimple
Hissing as it slaps the sky

Singeing the land below,
It laughs at all the helpless plants,
As it devours everything in its way.