Wished upon a star that fell from the heavens in rebellion
We think we know how this world runs
Not knowing we have been caught up in an illusion
Sipping death out of a can
Oh how tasty though
Eating food not fit for man
Eyes wide open
Yet asleep
Believing what the media says
Even when they can't speak the truth
The end is not yet
It is close
Especially close
Seeing all the men
Wanting to be women
How gross
A man is still a man
Even if he cut parts off and adds some
He can never be a woman
The nerve of him
The ends coming
I know it is
I hope you know it for yourself
Cause times not standing still
Moving quickly
So prophecy will be revealed