Do the sickness and dance unto death
To the beat of the war drum
Post-truth, fake news
The cameras are always on
And the ministry of peace singing us to sleep
As they reap the fruit of their bombs
We`re going straight to hell
And looking beautiful doing so
Straight to hell
Baby do the apocalypso
I`m not laughing
And it wasn`t a joke
We`re all done begging
Give us armageddon now
Bask in the sun shining on the gallows