[Verse 1: SickTanicK]
Advancing for a second the effects of my toxin
With widespread panic all around people marching
In defense of what they serve and protect
But what they serve and protect is full of lies that they disrespect
Imagine for a second that the people marching
Were zombies infected with a neurotoxin
Embellished by those who never seem to oppose
They only seem to have us locked up and treated like animals
They're Hannibals, they're political vandals
The worst kind of people that you have in your scandals
Are called humans but I like to call 'em zombies
Locked inside a world of lies, the television's what they watching
Little do they know the man who sits all up in the brain
Is just a tool your sets are training for our final consumption
The final piece that done sink easily in the vein
And California disappears and we're left in dismay
[Chorus: SickTanicK]
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
[Verse 2: SickTanicK]
Imagine for a second 9/11 was us
That we demolished the towers with C4 hidden on a bus
It's not hard when you have the decision
To make money off of fake war to plan a demolition
They heard explosions and the buildings collapsed
After the planes are done hit, we're not getting the facts
We're only getting what the people only want us to hear
Domestic Terrorism 101, this fire's fear
And with fear comes power as Americans cower
To the Patriot Act and wiretaps that devoured
By democracies some say a new order
Invoke the Freedom Act and you're bound to get the cold shoulder
We're falling to never inside of wicked endeavors
We're like some plastic fake dolls, our eyes have been broken and severed
Fireman in a business suit
That counts every paycheck and takes part of your loot
Fuck 'em
[Chorus: SickTanicK]
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
[Verse 3: SickTanicK]
Rotten smell of cement 'til we got stealth bombers
Now we going nationwide causing trauma
Obama's in relation to the Antichrist
While he fucks Ms. Clinton on the Bill of Rights
So fuck a Democrat bitch or a liberal hippie
If power comes with a dollar, they'd be the best part of fifty
And now you right-wing conservative fucks
Will get bucked with a nine milli that you allow me to tuck
AIDS, fuck this population control
And Jesus Christ himself cannot save our souls
We broke all in this age of grotesque
We're blowing up like some IEDs on plane's beds
Don't stress when they want to plant a microchip in ya
The FCC puts on the full filters
And changes everything that you hear and see
And SickTanicK is banned from ever pressing a CD
[Chorus: SickTanicK]
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
[Verse 4: SickTanicK]
Imagine for a second that I was elected
I'd put it all in the right perspective
I'd ban Bibles and the Pledge of Allegiance
I'd pledge anything in this life of freedom
I'd make euthanasia a legal practice
And force everyone to enroll in that shit
I'm past this, let's sink the Earth in the ozone
I'd rather watch the world kill itself while I sit at home
In my office with a fat paycheck
While the world blows up and we go back to the basics
Let's face it, one man can never make a change
Unless you got them layers, that's why we stay refrained
Like the wait in this crazy catalogue buy a number
The world's cold as Hell when it's hot like summer
So I'll save all the bitchin' and the fussin'
Next time you want to go to war, just give me the fuckin' button
[Chorus: SickTanicK]
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Armageddon approaches because we're all going straight to Hell
Apocalypse, year 2012
Ain't got no money, that's fine, why? Because you got a soul to sell