Anthem For The End Of The World lyrics

(feat. Chas, Jean Grae)[Chorus: Chas - sung]It's the anthem, for the end, of the worrrrrldIt's the anthem, for the end, of the worrrrrld[Pumpkinhead:]The Pope died, Jesus criedTsunamis take lives, realizeLook, look in my eyes, and see the skyA blood red color, as angels hoverOver, Babylon, we sufferCause we don't live right, and we don't see lightAnd we don't live life, we destroy itWith pollution, guns drugs abortions, too many coffinsToo many orphans, too many coughin from sicknessManmade illness, since polio and ricketsAIDS cancer Ebola, and black plagueTransmitted, through mice and pigeonsI know, I know my life I'm livin with wife and childrenI know my rights I'm given ain't righteous livinA blind man sees the horns of a demonInside the uterus the innocence developed by Satan's semen[Chorus][Jean Grae:]The skies crack open and the fire rains downWith angels back broken and black snowAnd a man in a black cloak and then everything goes blackSmokin everyone soon chokes and coll
apse slow y'knowIt's not the hell inscriptions we read in the writingsWe believin in God and death that was free'til we biting the hand that feeds usPraying to Jesus for saving us heathensWhen we could just rescue ourselves from the demonsLookin to dollar lotto to bring us from povertyLook at Colorado killings, Wal*Mart monopolySadly, takes catastrophes to bring us closerAnd man, working class man is sewn upCold Crush the grown-ups feel, and Bush is finger fuckin usHard to see past the tricks in front of us, the cover-upsAnd so we covered lust after a couple of bucksAnd the tragedy, of humanity, keeps fuckin up[Chorus][Pumpkinhead:]Born in the dark of the night, Rosemary verseA baby boy, to George Bush the Anti-ChristIt's the end as we know it, predicted in paintingsof Mary Magdelene, DaVinci Coded, open the third eyeof this poet, point noted, so keep flossinSpendin money on frozen jewelryHoes and jury payoffs, you're way off, die in your carWhile I ride Jimi Hendrix flyin guitar for
the stars[Jean Grae:]Stars well we look to 'em distractedProbably piss poor and thinkin 'bout some shit actorsInstead of shit that matters we're stricken inactiveCapitalism captive trapped in a prison in shacklesAnd of course we never see the world for really how it isThe genocide, the pestilence, the pessimissim livesInside of us they wired us to be numb to the factsThe world already ended, we never gon' get it back[Chorus]