We diagnose the seasons now How can you deny it? Is it over yet? The fever in the sky from burning red A lesson learned And I don't know why She is out of breath And the door of death It's clandestine But she hides But she hides it well I thought when summer came along I'd come out of hiding When I stepped out to warm my bones I smelled my flesh was frying It's not over yet The sickness in the sky's silhouette You'll never learn And I don't know why She is out of breath And the door of death It's clandestine But she hides But she hides it well It seems like only winter now As if the sun stopped trying The air is thin and waters foul I think the earth is dying It's not over yet The sickness you deny You will regret You lost your turn And I don't know why She is out of breath And the door of death It's clandestine But she hides But she hides it well And I don't know why She is out of breath And the door of death It's clandestine But she hides But she hides it well