Released on January 1, 1999

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We need something to set us off our course, a kick in the ass of mother earth

Time is running out anyway, but I hope it doesn't catch up to us first

While you're sitting back bathing in the light

We revolve and evolve with each passing year

If we perhaps meet it we'll be dead far before we ever even come near

Some will be loving, or fucking, or hating, or wishing, or tripping, or hopelessly waiting for this

Hold your signs high, the end is nigh, none of it will matter - it won't mattеr at all

Have you found your answer? I've found minе

Don't you look so surprised, you knew your demise

It won't discriminate between race or color, we all burn orange and end up black

It knows no difference between wealth or power, our destination - hell on earth

We will see no winter, no cold for snow or frost, like butter we will be melting a solar holocaust

And as we make our way out we'll become the death of more the salvation of some

The comet to kill off another colony, taking it all out with us

Taking it all down with us, bringing it all down with us

Taking it all down with us