War and d**h, the stench of fear hits the air. Pinch yourself to check if you're still alive. Oh how prophetic, the end of days. So wrap in plastic your MRE's, and grow a garden of Eden. Sew your oats and fly. The end in nigh. We're f**ing drunk and we're way too high to conceive ourselves that the end is nigh. Now I'm wasting your time and you're wasting mine, but we sure picked a damn good day to die! A good day to die! Pain and loss hits you hard like a stone. Time runs out, you feel as if you're alone. So pick a poison and make a wish, and do enjoy your every sip. The night is young, and so am I, and rumor has it, the end is nigh. We're f**ing drunk and we're way too high to conceive ourselves that the end is nigh. Now I'm wasting your time and you're wasting mine, but we sure picked a damn good day to die! A good day to die! War and d**h, the stench of fear hits the air. Pinch yourself to check if you're still alive. Oh how prophetic, the end of days. So wrap in plastic your MRE's, and grow a garden of Eden. Sew your oats and fly. The end in nigh. We're f**ing drunk and we're way too high to conceive ourselves that the end is nigh. Now I'm wasting your time and you're wasting mine, but we sure picked a damn good day to die! A damn good day to die! A damn good day to die! A damn good day to die! We sure picked a damn good day to die!