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!