Hindsight's 20/20
The year that fools made their beds
Even when wolves cloaks began to shed
You give the corrupt more ammunition
While the poor still reap their disposition Your priorities are royally f*cked
What is next what is next
Corona chaos flesh is seeking flesh
No right or wrong just seeking death
Ripping tearing
Endless scathing
Of your little worlds
Till you have no choice but to see the end
To see the end
The end is near
Why do we give them the power they seek Why don't we take what's ours to keep
The freedom we were born upon
That no longer exists
It is dead and gone
We can choose the path where freedom ran But you'd rather sit at the statists hand
What is next what is next
Corona chaos flesh is seeking flesh
No right or wrong just seeking death
Ripping tearing
Endless scathing
Of your little worlds
Till you have no choice but to see the end
To see the end
The end is near
Tensions flaring
Makes it scary
Those who can't see
Who thrive in pastures
Eat your grass
Until the end
You f*cking sheep