Dad told us to wait for the rapture,
To wait for the final capture,
When all those skies would fade
Away,
When all those worries would
Shred away.
It it was a slideshow,
Then its about to snow,
Its about to get windy,
Its going without any
Protection,
Its at you from every
Direction.
It is coming down,
You’re going up hopefully.
If you were waiting,
Waiting like an elevator,
Waiting to go somewhere,
That somewhere with you,
With all the reasons I could
Never get off,
Those rides were wild,
You made everything never
Mild.
Dad stored it up,
Saved it for nothing to
Get better,
If it was the rapture,
It was debt-free,
That kind of return was
Cost free,
That kind of resurrection
Did nothing for me.
If its the final capture
That you want,
Then get ready,
Then welcome to the party,
No one is going up
That easy.
Its the elevator that you are
Waiting for,
Its clear glass for all to see,
Its getting stuck just like
Bad luck.
If you want the rapture,
That’s what you are gonna get.
His hand has that trigger,
The only controller of
The elevator.
