The end of the world

C'mon.

Get ready with the guns

We gotta leave befor the noon

I swear that my intencion's good

But you'd better watch out for your move

I just can't get enough of sickness

cause every piece of love turns me in

I wanna put a record on that machine

And then we'll start the war in a minute

Get ready for the showdown

GIve me your natural

Everything... It's all about

The end of the world

Don't need to say that I'm around?

But I can smell you somehow

You're dead inside and so much more outside

C'mon

Throw the grenades away

make'em fly far away from me

Can't you see we're in the middle of a scene

But the one who's gonna die. Wel, that's not me

I could never deceive

Someone like me

I won this time

Wake up. That's a lie

We're just the same

Your ignorance

Will get us killed...

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