Can't you feel the fire raging
Can you hear the demons screaming
Seven seconds 'til the end of the world
Seven seconds 'til the end of the world
And now the calm before the storm
No where, no time left to run
A fist slams on an iron sword
A generation destined to end
Blind lead the blind to a shallow grave
The sun is hiding blackened haze
A reckoning for all our ways
This generation destined to end
Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain
Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain
I think twice about the big bow tie
You wearin one? I wanna know why
I see fools all dressed in tuxedos
And at the Grammy's, a bag of Fritos
Dumb people wonder, dumb people think
Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink
Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo
A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso
I'd rather stay in New York and not Hollywood
Fool, I'm......
Pluckin everyone's card [steppin to the man]