The End

The monsters are coming, the sky is falling,
Can't anybody see, this world is ending.

A disease of the mind, it can control you,
The army's are marching, two by two.

Ashes ashes, we all fall down,
We all fall down, down to the ground.

Making money, Mommy's try,
There all hungry, the babies cry.

It fills our lungs, dirt and grime,
All the streets, filled with crime.

The world is filthy, a evil place,
But all you see, its pretty face.

Can't you see, it's all crap,
Mr.President, he hides the cracks.

Life really isn't, not a beautiful thing,
All the medicine, they hide it's sting.

The monsters are coming! The sky is falling!
Can't you see? This world is ending...