New plague, getting paid, everyone is guilty
Taxes on the lotto, water's gotten filthy
Little imperfections cost us all, cost us all
Psychos, weirdos, percocet and morphine
I saw a missile filled with frightened people
Crashing down, into a ball of flames
Something tells me it's almost over Someone tell them it's almost over Slave camps, last dance, billion dollar mishaps
Bombshells, nitro, anything that you can throw
Housewives, onion rings, AOL and crashing planes
Second rate therapy, everybodies crazy
I saw a black cloud above the forest
Something tells me it's almost over
Wiping clean till nothing else remained Somone tell them it's almost over Makes me sick to know that it's your fault
Makes me sick to know that it's your fault
Makes me sick and it makes me ill
Makes me sick to makes that it's you Makes me sick to know that it's your fault
Makes me sick to makes that it's you
Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill
Monstrous, what we've become
Brain dumb
Space waste
Nostradomus prophecies
Enemies!
Welfare
Enemies!
Enemies Will someone tell them its almost over (Enemies).
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