there's people out there that say I'm no good,
'cause I don't believe the things that I should,
and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did
wrong,
and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm
good.
countries manufacture bombs and guns
to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even
done.
smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done
wrong,
they hide behind their lies that they're helping
everyone.
in the end the good will go to heaven up above,
the bad will perish in the depths of hell.
how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a
curse?
fuck Armageddon, this is hell
we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping
awe,
so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all?
how could hell be any worse?
life alone is such a curse!
fuck Armageddon, this is hell
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