prophecies (almost over)
motograter
little imperfections cost us all
i saw a missile filled with frightened people
something tells me this is almost over
someone tell them it's almost over
anything that you can throw
i saw a black cloud above the forest
wiping clean till nothing else remained
something tells me it's almost over
someone tell them it's almost over
makes me sick to know that it's your fault
makes me sick to makes that its you
makes 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 its you
makes sick to know that it's your fault
makes me sick and it makes me ill
enemies! enemies! enemies!
will someone tell them it's almost over