With the sun inching closer,
Let the fallacy of Lady MIdday,
Strike the ears of those misled,
Resist or obey?
When will this heat be over?
When will we repeat the same mistake?
When'll her tears turn red?
Believe or be dead
All dressed in white,
She comes forth in a dusty swirl,
Behind her back a scythe,
Step into her world
So choose your next words wisely,
For they may be your last,
Don't stray off topic blindly,
She's your future,
She's your past
This seemingly innocent girl,
With eyes that once held light,
Has the power to unfurl your plight
She's getting closer and closer,
And you cannot bare her sight,
You may not pass,
Your days won't last,
Soul's getting further and further,
Don't lose your lot to a flash of light,
You may not pass,
Your days won't last
Now make haste,
Leave this place,
Don't you hesitate,
Run,
Leave it,
Behind like the one and only lost mind,
Stay so still,
Flee this thrill,
This'll test your will,
Hide,
Feel it,
In every single bone in your body now,
Lady Midday
Now in the palm of her hand,
You're left with nothing,
Hourglass absent of sand,
Can't you?
Why don't you lie?
Now that your will is gone,
Embrace this comforting warmth,
Close your eyes and become,
Free of Lady Midday's harms
What started as a simple day,
Quickly went astray,
The burden heading our way,
Will resolve the same
"Let this be",
You will plea,
"Why don't you make autumn come?"
"Make autumn come now"
