Lyrics:

Should I live so long
To see 'em dropping bombs
Hope I have you near
Check out what comes after here...

Here
What comes after here

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out, and it's no surprise, yeah

Let the black odds roll
Why we can't tell
Ball inside
Roll me over, is this hell...?

It's hell
Is this hell?

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out, I can't tell you why

No last supper rite
Bitch-slapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
No last supper rite
Bitch-slapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable


Ah, ah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, yeah
Ah, ah...
Ah, ah, yeah
Ah, ah...

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out, let me say goodbye

No last supper rite
Bitch-slapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
No last supper rite
Bitch-slapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable

No last supper rite
Bitch-slapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

Bitch-slapped 'fore you reached the table
Could it be more truth than fable?