Pumpkinhead - Anthem for the End of the World lyrics

[Hook: Chas (Singing)] It's the anthem for the end of the world It's the anthem for the end of the world [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] The Pope died, Jesus cried Tsunamis take lives, realize Look, look in my eyes and see the sky A blood red color as angels hover Over Babylon—we suffer ‘Cause we don't live right, and we don't see light And we don't live life—we destroy it With pollution, guns, d**, abortions—too many coffins Too many orphans, too many coughin' from sickness Manmade illness, since polio and rickets AIDS, cancer, Ebola, and Black Plague Transmitted through mice and pigeons I know, I know my life I'm livin' with wife and children I know my rights I'm given ain't righteous livin' A blind man sees the horns of a demon Inside the uterus, the innocence developed by Satan's semen [Hook: Chas (Singing)] It's the anthem for the end of the world It's the anthem for the end of the world [Verse 2: Jean Grae] The skies crack open and the fire rains down With angels back broken and black snow And a man in a black cloak and then everything goes black Smokin', everyone soon chokes and collapse slow—y'know It's not the hell inscriptions we read in the writings We believin' in God and d**h that was greedily biting The hand that feeds us, praying to Jesus for saving us heathens When we could just rescue ourselves from the demons Lookin' to dollar lotto to bring us from poverty Look at Colorado k**ings, Walmart monopoly Sadly, takes catastrophes to bring us closer And man, working cla** man is sewn up Cold Crush the grown-ups feel, and Bush is finger f**in' us Hard to see past the tricks in front of us, the cover-ups And so we covered lust after a couple bucks And the tragedy of humanity keeps f**in' up [Hook: Chas (Singing)] It's the anthem for the end of the world It's the anthem for the end of the world [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Born in the dark of the night, Rosemary birth A baby boy to George Bush, the Anti-Christ It's the end as we know it, predicted in paintings Of Mary Magdalene, da Vinci-coded. Open the third eye Of this poet. Point noted, so keep flossin' Spendin' money on frozen j**elry Hoes and jury payoffs—you're way off, die in your car While I ride Jimi Hendrix flyin' guitar for the stars [Verse 4: Jean Grae] Stars—when we look to 'em distracted Probably piss poor and thinkin' 'bout some sh** actors Instead of sh** that matters, we're stricken inactive Capitalism captive trapped in a prison in shackles And, of course, we never see the world for really how it is The genocide, the pestilence, the pessimism lives Inside of us, they wired us to be numb to the facts The world already ended—we never gon' get it back [Hook: Chas (Singing)] It's the anthem for the end of the world It's the anthem for the end of the world