We diagnose the seasons now
How can you deny it?

Is it over yet?
The fever in the sky from burning red
A lesson learned

And I don't know why
She is out of breath
And the door of death
It's clandestine
But she hides
But she hides it well

I thought when summer came along
I'd come out of hiding
When I stepped out to warm my bones
I smelled my flesh was frying

It's not over yet
The sickness in the sky's silhouette
You'll never learn

And I don't know why
She is out of breath
And the door of death
It's clandestine
But she hides
But she hides it well

It seems like only winter now
As if the sun stopped trying
The air is thin and waters foul
I think the earth is dying

It's not over yet
The sickness you deny
You will regret
You lost your turn

And I don't know why
She is out of breath
And the door of death
It's clandestine
But she hides
But she hides it well

And I don't know why
She is out of breath
And the door of death
It's clandestine
But she hides
But she hides it well

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Adam Tanbouz, Schuylar Croom