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!



Will someone tell them it's almost over