Apocalypse Soon
Doomed from the start,
Can't you see the blacklash is coming rather fast,
Countdown is launched,
Now that our bomb finally reached critical mass,
Destined to let go,
We lost the war against our ego,
We don't evolve,
We breed like plague,
The problem is, way out of hand,
Potential's over-rated,
There's is no pride, when your crown was self-proclaimed.
Time we're running out of time,
It's too late for a final round of consciousness,
Time we're running out of time,
It's the beginning of the end.
I know that we can't, modestly go,
There's still room for one show,
We'll televise, worldwide the grand finale,
A farewell party for this fiasco,
Can't wait, for that day,
I wonder who will sponsor the event,
We don't evolve,
We breed like plague,
The problem is, way out of hand,
Potential's over-rated,
There's is no pride, when your crown was self-proclaimed.
Time we're running out of time,
It's too late for a final round of consciousness,
Time we're running out of time,
It's the beginning of the end.
We hold the reins,
Of our apathy,
There's no more space,
For mediocricy,
I am waiting for the blast,
Can't turn the clock back
Can't you see the blacklash is coming rather fast,
Countdown is launched,
Now that our bomb finally reached critical mass,
Destined to let go,
We lost the war against our ego,
We don't evolve,
We breed like plague,
The problem is, way out of hand,
Potential's over-rated,
There's is no pride, when your crown was self-proclaimed.
Time we're running out of time,
It's too late for a final round of consciousness,
Time we're running out of time,
It's the beginning of the end.
I know that we can't, modestly go,
There's still room for one show,
We'll televise, worldwide the grand finale,
A farewell party for this fiasco,
Can't wait, for that day,
I wonder who will sponsor the event,
We don't evolve,
We breed like plague,
The problem is, way out of hand,
Potential's over-rated,
There's is no pride, when your crown was self-proclaimed.
Time we're running out of time,
It's too late for a final round of consciousness,
Time we're running out of time,
It's the beginning of the end.
We hold the reins,
Of our apathy,
There's no more space,
For mediocricy,
I am waiting for the blast,
Can't turn the clock back
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Writer(s): Shetty List
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