Bruin

Right to the head
something's a brewin'.
I can feel it in my limbs,
in these old bones.
No need for more caffeine
time to switch up drinks.
All this for naught.
Saw it a long time comin'.
We gotta go soon.
It can't end up well.
Get outta this here hole.
Get back where we came from.
I'm overwhelmed.
It's pressing down.
I can feel it in my limbs,
in these old bones.
Up ahead is daunting,
ready to strike any moment.
Within a blink
we could be gone.
Take cover and pray.
Shield your own head.
It should all wind down soon.
Saw it a long time comin'.
Oh boy was I right!
What a bruin it was!
I felt it in these limbs,
in these old bones.


-Inspired by the music of Explosions in the Sky and isochronic tones