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Motograter - Prophecies lyrics
New plague, getting paid, everyone is guilty Taxes on the lotto, water's 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 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 Wiping clean till nothing else remained Something tells me it's almost over Somone tell them it's almost over 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 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 Space waste Brain dumb Nostradomus prophecies Welfare Enemies! Enemies! Enemies Will someone tell them its almost over (Enemies) |
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