The End of the World

It's so commercialized
 It's to the point where I
 Just want to throw in the towel and gouge out my eyes
 Get out the blunder bus
 It's time to recognize
 That the cancer is the master and it's eating up our insides
 I want to liberate
 What's left of my mind
 So I can make a point of losing it from time to time
 Don't sign the dotted line
 And run as fast as they fly
 Or be another statistic as they bury you alive
 Are you ready, boys and girls
 It's the end of the world
 Are you ready, boys and girls
 It's the end of the world
 Hey
 What you gonna do
 Hey
 When they come for you
 The network's ranks are high
 Let's add more guts and grime
 Let's give the kids a chew toy to keep them occupied
 Am I allowed to say the things I need to say
 Or am I destined for a cell block at Guantanamo Bay
 They'll justify the lie
 They'll dumb it down to size
 They'll ask if you'd like the combo with a side of fries
 It builds the pyramid
 The ever watchful eye
 They're preparing the gallows and the noose is being tied
 Are you ready, boys and girls
 It's the end of the world
 Are you ready, boys and girls
 It's the end of the world
 Hey
 What you gonna do
 Hey
 When they come for you
 Fortune favors the bold
 Don't go selling your soul
 Fortune favors the bold
 Don't go selling your soul
 Hey
 What you gonna do
 Hey
 When they come for you
 Fortune favors the bold
 Don't go selling your soul
 Fortune favors the bold
 Don't go selling your soul
 Fortune favors the bold
 Don't go selling your soul
 Fortune favors the bold
 Don't go selling your soul