Prophecies Lyrics - Singles - Motograter

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 

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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 

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Monstrous, what we've become 

Space waste 

Brain dumb 

Nostradomus prophecies 

Welfare 

Enemies! 

Enemies! 

Enemies 

Will someone tell them its almost over (Enemies)