Rebecca Proscia

Lyrics:

As trumpets flare
And the people stare
They think I belong in a circus ring
As the audience stews
And starts with boos
Here comes my favorite thing

As the drums fly out of pocket
The vocals all rocket
I’m the ruler I’m their king

Of this world burning down
I play the sound
Of my very own reckoning

I reckon that less than
A million lessons
Will be learned when they are taught

I reckon that more than
A billion shores’ sand
Will be littered with our rot

I reckon the times
We spend hoarding our dimes
Will not save us all a spot

In heaven the ground
Its the same look around
At the world we have to stop

The reckoning reckoning reckoning +-+reckoning

Woah

As people see
My identity
They think they know about everything

As I sing with ease
But not as they please
They hate based on their imagining As the bass gets low And we start the show They want to take the stage from me In this world burning down I play the sound Of my very own reckoning I reckon that less than A million lessons Will be learned when they are taught I reckon that more than A billion shores’ sand Will be littered with our rot I reckon the times We spend hoarding our dimes Will not save us all a spot In heaven the ground Its the same look around At the world we have to stop The reckoning reckoning reckoning reckoning Woah