Two Four Five

I mean what's next? Trioxin?
I'd expect nothing less, I've lost it
I'm losing my mind I can't deal with the pain
I'm going to go find a mad meal of fresh brains
Insane, how'd the world get like this? Voodoo?
I mean what's next? Cthulhu?
Your tentacles are everywhere screaming infidelities
This is confessional interspecies melody
Sing the song of death a funeral lament
Accept it I guess you knew it had to end
Your friend is the president he's got this in check
Don't wear a mask don't show him disrespect
Going postal in this gaudy apartment complex
You know what's next a zombie apocalypse
They using us lock us in here periodically
They grooming us watch us spin fear is the methodology

2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin
2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin
2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin
2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin

Send more paramedics
is that burning rubber or am I sweating?
I'm not a betting man but I bet we're all dead
Who wants to bet a world war around the bend
But don't worry they'll send more paramedics
By 2021 we'll have 20 more pandemics
Germicide warfare from the great leader
A Christmas present to the world from North Korea
I'll see ya next year if you're practicing lurking
How much will you spend on a vaccine that's working
A vaccine that's worthy not filled with trioxin
Who's going to watch the COVID-19 biopic
I'm off topic actually not really
These are predictions I'm psychic you feel me
Where's my Netflix deal I got ten more hypothetics
But first I need more brains send more paramedics

2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin
2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin
2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin
2-4-5 Trioxin, biochemical government toxin



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Writer(s): Michael Sweeney Jr.
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