Judgement Day - Uncle Slam

Here it comes there’s no escape my time for life is through

Nothing that I testify can be construed as truth

Uncle’s had his eye on me he’s seen things I’ve done

There is nowhere left to hide there is no place left to run

I’m out of time

I’m out of life

I’m just a fool

Certain fear rips through my mind denial fills my voice

Stripped down found out no eternal choice

Quarantined within myself to analyze my life

Entity that cannot be dismemberance of the mind

TOO LATE

TIME’S UP

MY FATE IS IN HIS HANDS

Dust to dust ash to ash bury me in shame

Use the night so no one sees keep secret day by day

Act as if I never was erase me from this earth

Fear life fear death keep fear with each new birth

It’s time to pay

X-ray the brain