The Past

Down through the ages the prophets have forewarned us
That in one day thousands of years of accomplishments
Could be wiped away by the destructive hand of power
Now that day has come
All communication with the outside world has stopped
Just 15 hours after the first nuclear bomb fell on Formosa
The whole world has been silenced, annihilated by nuclear bombs
Three billion people murdered by a thousand nuclear bombs
And the lethal fallout
Maybe there's no one left to hеar my voice
No living human being to record thе end of the world
Now this is Ted Johnson for KBGE radio

For'all the lowlife people who struggle to make change
And street life people with nuttin' to take aim
People in the shadowy corners of dirty cell blocks
Take another step to the chambers of no pain

A dark soldier, my lifestyles a foul odour
King cobra, life from the third boulder
Life timer, screaming at these sideliners
The mind state is steinsgate up in the pipeline
I write rhymes delivered as light for night riders
Third eye's blinded my worlds like its Nosferatu's
Lost descendant from the holy mountains
Hold the only thing amounting to hope as your soul departed
I'm the thick blankets of grey clouds in the sky frantic
Bloodthirsty, arenas for the unworthy
Sun worship, children with their guns bursting
The air is dirty, the atmosphere is unworldly
Sat cursing looking parro like the gods heard me
Wings burning, relentless you can't curb me
No returning outer limits full of human vermin
No redemption, our legacy is bad intention
Dead religion, waiting for some intervention
No instructions, sentenced in a world rebelling
Deadly henchmen, killing any glory yelling
A new dimension of apocalyptic storytelling

Yo ho ho and a bottle full of rum
For everybody feeling like tomorrow won't come
The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey
For everybody try'na wish their troubles away
It goes one for the money, two for the crime
Three for the victims of nuttin' but hard times
The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey
For everybody tryna wish their troubles away

For all my lowlife people who struggle to make change
And street life people with nuttin' to take aim
People in the shadowy corners of dirty cell blocks
Take another step to the chambers of no pain

The last standing, the last word of a masked bandit
Left stranded in a city filled with hard targets
Bombs falling, they whistled through the cold morning
Old warnings for a new ward is now dawning
The streets heartless, shadows in our minds darkness
High rises looking suttin' like a giants carcass
Police assassins, bodies where the lights are flashing
No escaping, this world's taken forty lashes
Bloody pavements, murder is our entertainment
No retainers, death is now the next sedation
Disembodied, the faithless and the extradited
Take positions in the grave provided
The four riders, androids and killer virus
The webs wireless, tomorrows like a desert full of wild hyenas
Politicians and the churchmen of a new Gomorrah
No tomorrow, just some borrowed time for inhalation
Situations, crawling through the ventilation
No instructions, sentenced in a world rebelling
Deadly henchmen, killing any glory yelling
A new dimension of apocalyptic storytelling

Yo ho ho and a bottle full of rum
For everybody feeling like tomorrow won't come
The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey
For everybody tryna wish their troubles away
It goes one for the money, two for the crime
Three for the victims of nuttin' but hard times
The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey
For everybody tryna wish their troubles away

All the lowlife people who struggle to make change
And street life people with nuttin' to take aim
People in the shadowy corners of dirty cell blocks
Take another step to the chambers of no pain

(Dirty politicians)
(Dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops, cops)
(Dirty politicians)
(Dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops, cops, cops)

(Dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops, cops)