Heavy News

(We interrupt your death metal to bring you some heavy news) (We're live in three, two, one) A passing asteroid's been glancing at our atmosphere The experts estimate collision any day This beckons questions, tune it at eleven, keep it clear What's our disaster correspondent have to say? There's wildfires walkin' tirelessly this way But lucky us, there's flooding coming from a hurricane (Well, thank you) Next there's a systemic epidemic too That's not to mеntion growing tension and dissent (It's alright) I see you peoplе out there clapping your hands The streets are plagued with your atrocious behaviour A silent violence made its way through the stands A riot quietly amassed in the graveyard Hey, Mr. Radio, you got it twisted Let me whisper shady old truths I know better than the vile Demons and their lies spittin' la da da da die (oh no) I won't be a player in your puppet show Shove your conformation bias la da da da die (La da da da die) (La da da da die) (Da da da die) (La da da da die die) (La da da da die) (La da da da die) (Da da da die) (La da da da die die) Just in, there's massive massacres occurring here and there And krakens attacking capitals Shit's gone wacky everywhere I can't believe you people clapping your hands A bunch of brazen bastards bumpin' your politics (yeah) No longer silent and the violence expands Parade your petty pride above the apocalypse Hey, Mr. Radio, you got it twisted Let me whisper shady old truths I know better than the vile Demons and their lies spittin' la da da da die (oh no) I won't be a player in your puppet show Shove your conformation bias la da da da die Goddamn You can't win my silence Sovereign defiance Swelling up to suffocate the truth Choking down your blue pill Crawl back in your molehill Gallows are beckoning you Hey, Mr. Radio, you might have missed it But your dirty tricks are there for all to see A bloody torrent in the forecast for the rest of time An anthropoid eclipse, a colossal frog and it's hopping mad Maintain this is fictitious political hog phooey Even as you wallow in sorrow 'cause that frog swallowed up your fam Egregious lies, you say? It's right in your face A mass extinction affair that's passed the brink of repair And now there's polliwogs the size of ships and covered in spikes Swimming in crimson rivers flowing through cities, even you still deny (The good news is) (You're the coolest people in the world) (The bad news is) (The world is over) Hey, Mr. Radio, we'll never listen We got intuition and that's all we need Now all that's left is just a hellish scene of endless bones Scowling survivors shriek with glee as we eviscerate our own Then parts the sky as the messiah rises through the crowd He pleads for peace and lo we weep as freedom guns him down Hey, Mr. Radio, you've decommissioned our humble perdition upon your grave