| Times are changing, things come and go
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| Things are getting worse the earth, a black hole
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| I say to myself: Will this shit ever change?
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| Will it ever improve or will it stay the same?
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| It’s plain to me that things are amiss
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| Because I’ve seen better days than this
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| How could we let it get as bad as it is?
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| Because I’ve seen better days than this
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| It’s plain to me that things are amiss
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| Famine and war, hate and disgrace
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| Incest and murder, raping the rat race
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| I see no end to this suffering
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| Faith, hope and love are burnt offerings
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| Decline and fall of modern man, our fate is sealed by our own hand
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| Time spinning onward we’re regressing fast
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| Signs of the times say these days might be our last
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| Better days are gone forever I fear
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| Our hate dictates our fate, apocalypse is here |