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Motograter
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Prophecies
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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