Ian Felice - In the Final Reckoning Lyrics

I was reading my shadow the comic strips
When the door blew open and a famous business man appeared in the door
""I said it's not a great time for me sir
It's raining in my kitchen and I have endless potatoes to peel""

I was squeezed in the back of a yellow cab
Between ruin and fate
Both armed to the teeth and more beneath
And at the end of a dusty road
They made me sign my name
With a butcher's knife into the tree of life

In the final reckoning
Will there be many phones that ring?
How will we watch it?
How will we go?
Will it be fire or snow?

I've been sitting here on the rotten stump
Of Washington's cherry tree
Another portal for the lost immortals
And I've been staring at the other side
Like a kid at a keyhole of all the things that tomorrow brings
Is there still hope for you and me?
I've been meaning to talk to you
About all the ways to escape the maze
And the hatred and the greed
And the fires of madness
And the kitchen knives of suburban wives

In the final reckoning
Will there be many phones that ring?
How will we watch it?
How will we go?
Will it be fire or snow?

I was reading my shadow the comic strip
When out of the sky it came...