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New World Disorder

Artist:Biohazard  Album:New World Disorder  Writer:GRAZIADEI WILLIAM DANIEL IV/SCHULER DANIEL/SEINFELD EVAN  Composer:GRAZIADEI WILLIAM DANIEL IV/SCHULER DANIEL/SEINFELD EVAN 

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[Sasha] Hey, yo fuck it, I'm rollin in a 4-barrel Camaro, toward the Triboro, eyes narrow East River flow with marrow, along side the bridge zombies pushing bodies in wheel barrels, bitches sterile follow on crutches of rusted arrows try to breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows, listen to the wheeze of hysterical pleads for miracles. Time to overthrow the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical, I turn the steering wheel and pull into a 7-Eleven, met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid rain drenched skin infested by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think twice as I try to pacify the pariah beside the driver and Shotgun Kelly flips the visor, time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he's met by the last set of the sun, Armageddon, no question to answer, disaster results from behavior patterns. Earth lay raped, escape to Saturn in a capsule, thirteen days of travel. Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance of chemical pheromones, clones with no genitals surround us, we can't fuck them, no means of reproduction. I hear a scream and turn in that direction, 33-23-33, I see seven, coming toward us, to reward us… Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder [Lord Humongous] Armageddon, anew death is dawnin', I like the smell of napalm in the morning, four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north, a tear in my eye, I behold a pale horse. Armageddon, no time to cry we all die as the sky turns red, the missiles start to fly. Factions take action, eleven families rule, millennium approaches, survival of the roaches. Body armor will make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deploy stealth military bombers, ass out, yet down on your knees and pray; illuminati takes your soul on the eve of judgment day as the armies of darkness irradicate life and we all go to hell and satan fucks your wife. Strife, terror without a minute to pray, human beings at odds,


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