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