You're The Collision

The collision is coming
The skys have turned red
Theres a lot to prepare
While the crash is ahead

The collision is moving
Towards me its shifting
Don't know when it hits
But somewhere its drifting

The collision is speeding
In all its fiery glory
but I'm its landing pad
and the landing will be gory

The collision is plotting
Making its own master plan
Thinking how to bring me down
In every way it can

The collision is near
Its target locked and in sight
Its shooting down fast
Rushing through the daylight

The collision has hit
And the impact was great
The sirens are flashing
So don't call me your mate

You were the collision
You were all along
So many things were right
But so many things were wrong.

Copyright 2010 Oliver Evans