This is your last wake up call!
There's a world out your window,
That you ignore, 'cause it wont fit
Your plastic fancy piece of shit little world.
Bitch!
Luxury, vanity.
Botox fixed you can't seem to feel it.
Botox fixed you can't seem to feel it.
Botox fixed you can't seem to feel it.
You are going down!
Botox fixed you can't seem to feel it.
We're the lost at your door,
We're the outcast,
We thirst for blue blood!
Now I'm seeing the world in a way I never did before,
I can't believe this is for real.
How long will it last until it all will come crashing down,
Erasing us from earth.
There is no chance to survive,
Kill man...
Kiss (praise the Lord.) your sweet little ass good – bye
Kiss your (praise the Lord.) sweet little ass good – bye
It's the countdown to extinction!
Boom you're gone, there's nothing you're taking.
So why don't you worry 'bout the things that you're making...
There's no world out your window... Stop!
Luxury! We are the lost
Botox fixed you can't seem to feel it
Bitch!