Here it comes
And not a day too soon
I think I'm paranoid the world will be ending
All establishment falling everything we know crumbling
True, it would be a fitting end for the sins of our
Fathers and those of our own hands
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First thing we're all gonna need is guns
To divide into warring sects of proud Americans
And navigate the land in packs like Mad Max
In search of a new home, the sun always on our backs
A chance to start again (whoa)
Without the centuries spent on hegemonic extension (whoa)
Back to square one - try to make it right this time
I would gladly sacrifice this life
Of structured enterprise and
Might just figure out how to survive
No sides of the state to conform to
Nobody left to disappoint you
All that won't matter anyway
I want to know how we would react
I wonder how much of our humanity would remain intact versus
Survivability? We'd skew the lines, justifying our actions
By condemning the fall guy
What will we turn out to be
Every man for himself or a real community
And what good is a chance to change if not met
If nothing else it's a chance for to reset
I would gladly sacrifice this life
Of structured enterprise and
Might just figure out how to survive
No sides of the state to conform to
Nobody left to disappoint you
All that won't matter anyway
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Here it comes and not a day too soon
I think that's the point that disturbs me
Watching panic in full scale and the
Thought of redemption
Would make me laugh
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This is the end (this is the end)
No remorse, just waiting for an end (waiting for an end)
We dream of our survival
Couldn't anyone resolve this hate
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I would gladly sacrifice this life
Of structured enterprise and
Might just figure out how to survive
No sides of the state to conform to
Nobody left to disappoint you
All that won't matter anyway
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Yeah, we'll never fuckin' last