The End of the World

It's so commercialized
It's to the point where I
Just want to throw in the towel and gouge out my eyes
Get out the blunder bus
It's time to recognize
That the cancer is the master and it's eating up our insides
I want to liberate
What's left of my mind
So I can make a point of losing it from time to time
Don't sign the dotted line
And run as fast as they fly
Or be another statistic as they bury you alive

Are you ready, boys and girls
It's the end of the world
Are you ready, boys and girls
It's the end of the world

Hey
What you gonna do
Hey
When they come for you

The network's ranks are high
Let's add more guts and grime
Let's give the kids a chew toy to keep them occupied
Am I allowed to say the things I need to say
Or am I destined for a cell block at Guantanamo Bay
They'll justify the lie
They'll dumb it down to size
They'll ask if you'd like the combo with a side of fries
It builds the pyramid
The ever watchful eye
They're preparing the gallows and the noose is being tied

Are you ready, boys and girls
It's the end of the world
Are you ready, boys and girls
It's the end of the world

Hey
What you gonna do
Hey
When they come for you

Fortune favors the bold
Don't go selling your soul
Fortune favors the bold
Don't go selling your soul

Hey
What you gonna do
Hey
When they come for you

Fortune favors the bold
Don't go selling your soul
Fortune favors the bold
Don't go selling your soul
Fortune favors the bold
Don't go selling your soul
Fortune favors the bold
Don't go selling your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Freeman, George Roberts, Jonathan O'neill, Benjamin Guiles
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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