| Everywhere I look around
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| And everywhere I see
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| Everyone’s hysterical
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| A mass catastrophe
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| No future — there’s no future
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| No time — there’s no time
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| Celebration, churches singing songs of doom
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| Running like headless chickens as they reproduce to the womb
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| No future — no future
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| No time — no time
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| No survivors… no, they’re all gone
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| They keep on falling out
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| Falling out right in to the dust
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| Falling out… have a good time while there’s still time
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| Guns are glaring, skies are glaring
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| When it’s all done
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| They’ll be no one left
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| Sacrifice the world gonna make you a man
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| If that was in line with the master plan
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| No future — there’s no future
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| No time — there’s no time
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| Unstable hands are ready to explode
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| The light turns red it’s time to overload
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| No future — no future
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| No time — no time
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| No survivors… no, they’re all dead
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| They keep on falling out
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| Falling out
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| Falling out of line and in to the dust
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| Falling out, time is turning to rust
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| Have a good time while there’s still time
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| Guns are glaring, skies are glaring
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| When it’s all done they’ll be no one left
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| No one
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| People dyin' mother’s cryin'
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| Last word’s smokin' no one’s jokin'
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| Close your eyes and you’ll be over
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| Blow yourself away |