[Chorus]
Whatchu gonna do when the lights go out?
No trace of the money in your bank accounts
Panic and chaos in the streets of the city
Each man for themselves and police ain’t got pity
This is where we separate the weak from the strong
Who survives, who dies, who’ll keep keep on
Enemy amongst enemy fighting it out
So whatchu gonna do when the lights go out?
[Verse 1: Sabac]
This is the day of doom, lit by the moon vocally prophesized
Penalties, empty energy overly modernized
Rich are sodomized, the initial conception
It’s like prisons and communism that fits in deception
No cellphones, radio, no Internet, or TV
No planes, no cars, no lit homes, and prone to bleed
We cloned our seeds expecting we can own, decree
Now we’re back to primitive earth we roamed for free
Most ain’t built for the challenge and get killed for the balance
The water supply low, a few million gallons
For the billions of people, watch that number decrease
Everyone is on their knees begging for something to eat
Disease claims many lives, people pray to their maker
See the pain in their eyes in a state of omega
Escape the cold and the heat, we’re faced to fold and defeat
We walk the edge of the earth burning the soles of our feet
There’s no control in the streets, it’s worse than looting and riots
Worse than a shooting or virus, more like pursuing a diet
Of human flesh, grotesque but it’s survival of the fittest
Amazed how you behave in the arrival of the finish
Whatchu gonna do when the lights go out?
No trace of the money in your bank accounts
Panic and chaos in the streets of the city
Each man for themselves and police ain’t got pity
This is where we separate the weak from the strong
Who survives, who dies, who’ll keep keep on
Enemy amongst enemy fighting it out
So whatchu gonna do when the lights go out?
[Verse 1: Sabac]
This is the day of doom, lit by the moon vocally prophesized
Penalties, empty energy overly modernized
Rich are sodomized, the initial conception
It’s like prisons and communism that fits in deception
No cellphones, radio, no Internet, or TV
No planes, no cars, no lit homes, and prone to bleed
We cloned our seeds expecting we can own, decree
Now we’re back to primitive earth we roamed for free
Most ain’t built for the challenge and get killed for the balance
The water supply low, a few million gallons
For the billions of people, watch that number decrease
Everyone is on their knees begging for something to eat
Disease claims many lives, people pray to their maker
See the pain in their eyes in a state of omega
Escape the cold and the heat, we’re faced to fold and defeat
We walk the edge of the earth burning the soles of our feet
There’s no control in the streets, it’s worse than looting and riots
Worse than a shooting or virus, more like pursuing a diet
Of human flesh, grotesque but it’s survival of the fittest
Amazed how you behave in the arrival of the finish
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