Love Me

V1:

When the monsoon winds pause and turn gravel to rice
When the seed is free from the spin of the dice
Love me

When forests escape from their prisons of stone
And we are no longer defined by our bones
Love me

When the waters from the oceans, they give up their salt
And the earth comes apart at the Andreas Fault
Love me

CH:
Love me when the sky is torn like a sail
Love me when the mountains they crumble like shale
Love me when the sky is ripped like a shroud
And the Son of God speaks from a zettabyte cloud

V2:
When the Heavens turn dark with the gnashing of teeth
And basalt flows free from the blinding white heat
Love me

When highways fold up like bedsheets of cloth
And fanatic warlords turn cities to broth
Love me

When oceans turn dark as bitumen soup
And the wealth that we treasure it turns into poop
Love me

CH:
Love me when the sky is torn like a sail
Love me when the mountains they crumble like shale
Love me when the sky is ripped like a shroud
And the Son of God speaks from a zettabyte cloud

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