Вершы: Devlin. Bud, Sweat And Beers. End Of Days.

[Verse 1:]
According to the aztec calender 2012 is the end of the world
And time will unwind with a celestual cross in in the skys in sync
And in line with itself so forget life as you know it
If you wanna view life in the eyes of a poet
Peer through mine in this fearful time
Where wages are cut but tax keeps growing
When the globe collapses on it's axis
Watch men, women and children with axes
Fighting for food cause?
And they haven't got jack shit
It looks like disasters back with a sting like elastic
But on a whole new scale now I'm talking inter galactic
Genocide in a moment of madness

[Chorus:]
As some set on the end of days
Capital city's burning in flames
Ocean swepped your posessions away
Welcome to the end of days

As some set on end of days
There ain't no escaping natures rage
And I've never seen an atheist pray
Until the approaching of judgment day

[Verse 2:]
Buildings burning
Pilgrims verming
Children are serving
Searching for earnings
Old bill are lerking
Circle the circuit
Cctv cameras are perving
Don't park there if you ain't got a permit
Murders occuring but low level crime is the type their concerned with
Yeah with a microchip bill gates is a serpent in person
You relied on emergency service 999 says a lot when you turn it
The devil in disguise all loves been deserted
I'm watching animosity spread like herpes
I visualise allien crafts decending on earthlings
And all homosapiens left in the dirt like worms when there squirming
I smell petrol burning

[Chorus:]
As some set on the end of days
Capital city's burning in flames
Ocean swepped your posessions away
Welcome to the end of days

As some set on end of days
There ain't no escaping natures rage
And I've never seen an atheist pray
Until the approaching of judgment day

[Verse 3:]
Insight into a world of decline
Like michelle nostradammas mind
A moment of peace is harder to find
The thicker the skin the darker the mind
[?] accompany stars that are sent from the sky
A lot of men are repending tonight
You wasted your life now wave it goodbye
New world orders an anogram of now
So we ain't got time to be standing around
Devil's on your doorstep
He's got you in a tight grip like a forestep thundering down