About time
about time
about time

The dark clouds gather
without reason or rhyme
what happens now
who knows

Our fate determined
by a menagerie
of idiots
who know no bounds

Into the darkness we tumble
end over end

I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to say

At least the end is near
what else can be said?
There is one more thing
The End

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