it's raining outside as god cries
there's no more sunshine in the skies
ten tons rolling in, down the street
begging for their lives at their killers feet
people run, but there's nowhere to go
it's coming to an end, but not so slow
there's glass on the floor in this place called home
they look to the skies and they know who it's from
don't imagine for a second, it won't happen
they see their world coming to an end
a killers coming down and his bang is big
no need to look up, you know what it is
the mothers scream and the children cry
people stand waiting, but not ready to die
in a split second, it could all be done
what comes out in the long run?
who will be there when the children cry tonight?