Listen children I've got a secret one that they don't want me to tell
I hope you register this little message
It's the only way you can stay outta hell
Don't ask your parents they ain't gonna tell you
'Cause they've already taken the fall
Thank your lucky stars for the enlightenment
'Cause now it ain't no secret at all
We're gonna die off in time
We're only gonna die off in time
Until we stop succumbing to mankind,
Don't get me wrong
I don't want to soil your future
It used to be so squeaky clean
It ain't my fetish to extend this pessimism or blow rain clouds over your scene
I got the notion
I got the feeling that this thing doesn't have to end
This better up your suspicion
If not there's only one result my friend
Hey mom and dad please don't hate me
Just 'cause in me you see your lost youth
Did I evolve into an adult organism?
Do I blow myself away?
Tell me the truth
Good intentions yeah I got 'em
Plan for the future or pray for the end
This had better raise up your suspicion
If not there's only one result my friend

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Writer(s): Byron C. McMackin, Fletcher Douglas Dragge, James William Lindberg, Jason M. Thirsk