Oh God, there's a big one coming on
The dead have begun to rise and walk
But nobody is singing, nobody is singing
The bottomless pit has opened up
The Virgin Mary is crying blood
But nobody is singing, nobody is singing
We're all taking pictures with camera phones
To prove we were there
For the end of days, the end of days
The blood golem is on the loose again
He doesn't know that we're American
He just thinks we’re fatter
The hell demons are killing all in sight
Satan's doing wheelies on his bike
Twin heads on his handlebars
Pig-tailed twins around the age of 666
Their faces are painted to look like King Diamond and Peter Criss
For the end of days, the end of days
Now it's raining semen
It smells like those weird trees you smell
Is this the revelation?
Or is it simply the end of Hell?
(Ooh)
Oh God, there’s a big one coming on
Hashtag armageddon
That topic is trending
The blood cult is making jewelry
From the corpses they dragged from the burning sea
They're taking eyes, they're taking ears, they're taking noses, they're taking teeth
They're taking hair and skin from tattoos
They're taking fingers, they're taking the end of days very seriously
Now the valley is flooded
With piranha, tequila and knives
But at least we got to prove that we did something worthwhile with our lives
At the end of days, the end of days
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