Jesus? praying for rain, lightning flashes around
TThe prophet is screaming, his head hits the ground
You should hear the warning if you read the signs

Play with your own life but don'T play with mine
The shape of things to come
There was Moses and me when the wind took the change

He hands out the menue, he moves out of range
If you knew the action, you see us so blind
Play with your own life but don't play with mine

The shape of things to come
You're not invited to stay, you're not intended to go
Can you tell the future, I don't think so

You should hear the warning if you read the signs
Play with your own life but don't play with mine
The shape of things to come

You're living your way, I live in mine
May be tomorrow we will collide..