Doomsday preppers and evangelical pastors
Warn about the end of days
I wish upon a shooting star
Falling to the earth
Set this world on fire
Wipe away the filth
Get me out
Get me out
Get me out
Get me out
Wait with baited breath
Wish for death
Not brave enough
To do it myself
I have fallen a fool again
2012 was miscalculated
When is my day in the sun
When will I have my fun
Can we please just end it
Every day plain redundant
Start the fire
Strike the match
Set a flame
Burn to ash
Wishful thinking again
It never pans out in the end
Why am I deprived of the endgame
I have wanted all along
An apocalypse to fix this mess
Close my eyes and hold my breath
Overjoyed at impending doom
A bolt of light to clear the room
Praying for the end
If there is a God
Won't you be a good friend
Haven't we had enough
We are ants
Under the magnifying glass
Come evaporate us