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Can't you hear the thunder

Can't you feel the rain

Can't you hear it calling

And it's calling out our name



You see where this is heading

Can't you see the road we're on

This is Sodam and Gohmora

The streets of Bablyon



There seems no room for God here

We only worship wealth

Kill the children born of union

Because we clone them in labs ourselves



Now the dogs of war are knocking

Their knocking at our door

Find all the money for our guns

But we cannot feed the poor



Now do you see what's happening

Do you know the deal

It's fucked up time we live in

When the air we breath can kill



So god bless these little children

For they have their lives to live

But when the enemy has no face

How do I defend my kids



So I sit here and get pissed off

And it makes me fucking mad

The same things out to get me

Are the ones who killed my dad