The things I've seen are death and grief
Pipe-wieldin' debt collectors
I see the ends of people's legs
In blood pools gettin' wetter
My gift to see has yet to be
A good thing, life's not better
'Cause when I've said my speech 'bout death
They say "Pfft, sure, whatever"

Wish I could see them all believe
And work to make things better
With each dismissal, I get pissed
Both in anger and liquor
They won't believe the things I see
With eyes that bleed, limbs severed
They're not convinced, just sneer their lips
"Like that'll happen ever"

I'm talkin', they're blockin'
Not stoppin', they're yawnin'
I'm frothin', they're mockin'
Keep talkin', not stoppin'
Forewarnin', forewarnin'
Forewarnin', forewarnin'

Want them to heed the things I see
So things'll be much better
Avert a death, a break-up mess
And uncomfortable leather
I hate my bleak accuracy
My face then steams far redder
After the death comes to pass, next
Is still "Oh well, whatever"

My talkin' ain't nonsense
Truth comes in, they're blockin'
They're yawnin', I'm frothin'
Mad cause this is bollocks
Forewarnin', forewarnin'
Forewarnin', forewarnin'
Forewarnin', forewarnin'
Forewarnin', forewarnin'

They won't believe in what I see (warnin')
Accuracy, none better (warnin')
"I told you this before, you pricks" (warnin')
Can't say that, though the pressure (warnin')
Will get to me, one day I'll see (warnin')
What, to me, will be pleasure (warnin')
Their nasty deaths failed to prevent (warnin')
'Cause they said "Pfft, whatever" (warnin')