What was about to happen

If you ever asked to catalog me,
reference me, put me up on your shelf;
don't do it, don't conceive me
in such a position. Let's go,
let's get out of here before
the liars, and the cheats, set up
for the day.

When you're blinded you can't see,
and you won't get no sympathy from me.
I warned you over, and over,
about what was about to happen.