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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)