Nature Takes Its Course

I see a burning shroud, covered scars, in daylight found

When she goes to your home, this was the, last thing they'll know

Death is knocking, let her in

You will be saved by your own sin

Far from the truth, you fit right in

Death is smiling, see her grin

She looks real kind

She is the vine

You were the fruit

Now you are ripe, can't take back time