New plague, getting paid, everyone is guilty Taxes on the lotto, waters gotten filthy Psychos, weirdos, percocet and morphine Little imperfections cost us all, cost us all I saw a missile filled with frightened people Crashing down, into a ball of flames
Something tells me this is 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, everybody's crazy I saw a black cloud above the forest Wiping clean till nothing else remained
Something tells me it's almost over Someone tell them it's almost over
Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick to makes that its you Makes sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill
Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick to makes that its you Makes sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill
Monstrous, what we've become, space waste, brain dumb Nostradomus prophecies, warfare Enemies! Enemies! Enemies!
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Something tells me this is 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, everybody's crazy I saw a black cloud above the forest Wiping clean till nothing else remained
Something tells me it's almost over Someone tell them it's almost over
Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick to makes that its you Makes sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill
Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick to makes that its you Makes sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill
Monstrous, what we've become, space waste, brain dumb Nostradomus prophecies, warfare Enemies! Enemies! Enemies!
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