Who thought the day would come?
When your food can talk back and politicians don't talk at all.
Children will figure out computers faster than high schoolers can get the sum,
and with so much information we forget our best friends phone number.

**** is as **** looks and dumb will get you laid.
Just do a Harlem Shake and get that pay raise.
Stop looking around, there is nothing to see
the world has ended, my dear.
Now we shop for sweeter snacks and the ends of constant war.

Love nothing, it's free, but we all know there is no such thing
because hate has left to fight the neighbour who wears a funny burkha.
We cry for our lives and scream at the difference when it doesn't go our way.

The end has gone, it's a pre-paid show, with freedom you will pay.
Forget about seeing the end of the world my friends, it's covered in plastics filth.

To be continued... as long as I'm not hated and sent to the gallows to rot.