Lyrics The virus - Beng Beng Cocktail, Collective track feat Skwert, Crowley, Chet Henchmen

The virus

Yeah when I’m dead and gone, rotten in a ditch somewhere
Won’t be giving a fuck what happened to me when I was here
And when the human race chokes to death on its own greed and waste
I won’t be there to say I told you so
I don’t care what you say, you’re to blame for the rest of the lame-brained
zombies
And the pain you only bring on yourself
I don’t care what you say, you’re to blame for the innocence slaughtered
everyday
Shit always rises to the top when you’re swimming in filth
I’m watching us dying everyday, raping soil, polluting water and the air
And I just can’t stop thinking the end is near, we’ll have to pay
I hope world will die in 2012, I won’t have to explain to my descendents
Why no-one moved and saved the earth instead of doing wars and selling guns
I’m sick of these lies and I’m sick of this place
Apocalypse come and take our whole entire race
With my finger on the trigger and the bullet on my mind
May your death come sweet while we slip into decline
So I’m walking through the dark cuz all these lights burned out
And with just a little spark we’ll burn these cities to the ground
As these cities burn down we’ll illuminate the sky
As I take my final breath you still wonder why we all die
Yeah when I’m dead and gone, rotten in a ditch somewhere
Won’t be giving a fuck what happened to me when I was here
And when the human race chokes to death on its own greed and waste
I won’t be there to say I told you so
So choke the youth of today with the elders' problems, ignorance and mistakes
Cause the world that we’re living in ain’t so innocent, full of bloodshed and
pointless killings
As the rich get richer our eyes start to see, in this fucked up world you know
we have the fleet
Numbers comes power responsibility, so I’ll raise my fist and I’ll march these
streets
I find it humorous to be ludicrous and laugh at the commonality that us
alcoholics have
After 3 mickeys I vomit colossal rants about committing sick crimes just to
prove my stance
It just goes to show you don’t know when it’s real, cuz I hinder my blade so I
can sharpen the steel
I know it’s a cold cold place cuz of people like me, but this chaos in my mind
creates unity
Feast yer eyes on despair
And all the nihilists raise yer hands in the air
Grubby greedy fingers milk the cash cow dry
To the abattoir, let’s hang the bankers high
They got their eyes on yer money and yer money in their sights
With a suit and a smile they be robbing you blind
Yeah greed makes the world turn around, turn around
Extinctions on the cards, we can’t ignore the signs now
Yeah when I’m dead and gone, rotten in a ditch somewhere
Won’t be giving a fuck what happened to me when I was here
And when the human race chokes to death on its own greed and waste
I won’t be there to say I told you so