d’Eon - Al-Qiyamah lyrics
[d’Eon - Al-Qiyamah lyrics]
If we're stuck in here
What happens on Judgment Day?
Will I get to go? Or will I have to stay?
I wanna see your face this was a big mistake
If I miss the Rapture it's my disgrace
I can see you're not in here
I can't leave this place i came to find you
Now I'm misplaced
When the moon split's in two
On the Judgment Day will I get to see you?
Or will I have to stay?
But inanimate objects speak to me
And time passes more quickly
Great distances are traveled in
Short spans of time
Can't help myself but think
About the fifty signs
When I leave my home my
Hip tells me what's happening
And the smoke I breathe is real
When the voices of the people
Are raised in the mosque
This will be my appeal
So where's Gabriel
If it's happening in here?
If we're not exempt
Shouldn't Christ live up here?
We can't find God but God will find us
With the Internet his light will blind us
But inanimate objects speak to me
And time passes more quickly
Great distances are traveled in
Short spans of time
Can't help myself but think
About the fifty signs
When I leave my home my
Hip tells me what's happening
The smoke I breathe is real
The voices of the people are
Raised in the mosque this will be my appeal
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
What happens on Judgment Day?
Will I get to go? Or will I have to stay?
I wanna see your face this was a big mistake
If I miss the Rapture it's my disgrace
I can see you're not in here
I can't leave this place i came to find you
Now I'm misplaced
When the moon split's in two
On the Judgment Day will I get to see you?
Or will I have to stay?
But inanimate objects speak to me
And time passes more quickly
Great distances are traveled in
Short spans of time
Can't help myself but think
About the fifty signs
When I leave my home my
Hip tells me what's happening
And the smoke I breathe is real
When the voices of the people
Are raised in the mosque
This will be my appeal
So where's Gabriel
If it's happening in here?
If we're not exempt
Shouldn't Christ live up here?
We can't find God but God will find us
With the Internet his light will blind us
But inanimate objects speak to me
And time passes more quickly
Great distances are traveled in
Short spans of time
Can't help myself but think
About the fifty signs
When I leave my home my
Hip tells me what's happening
The smoke I breathe is real
The voices of the people are
Raised in the mosque this will be my appeal
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day
God will find us it'll be okay
His light will blind us on Judgment Day