Louis Schoorl - It's All About to End lyrics

(Verse 1) Religion in society's what I'm getting inspired from My head is saying write this song, but be prepared, it might be long It'll take seconds to get the type of clock or kind of watch with a timer on It doesn't matter; it's still a f**ing timeless song Is there life beyond? Or is science wrong? f** what the Bible wants; I'm knowing what's right and wrong I'm like the God's son went ahead and died for us We just need to find a cross, the same type the Christ was on And I'll get on; so only one life is lost I will sacrifice the lot and only want a kind response So don't worship me, go and get a hearse for me Don't write a verse for me, just saying out the words I speak Cause personally, I see they burnt Jesus to the third degree I got the idea, you twist what I say and bring out the worst in me Plus the hearse is the only time you'll dig up dirt on me And that's the end so close the motherf**ing curtains, please (Hook) It's all about to end; it's all about to end We could start it up again But it's all about to end, all about to end (Verse 2) Yeah, it's so repetitive; you need to stop the negatives From entering our heads again, it enters in, just exit it How long you gonna be consumed with this pathetic sh**? Heaven won't let ‘em in ‘cause of what their s**ual preference is I ain't perfect, I ain't saying I'm heaven sent The first thing they need to change is that f**ing judgmental sh** Hear what I'm saying and don't be taking offence to this You obviously don't see the positivity in these messages They've already had like two f**ing testaments They needed a third one now; I wonder what the new message is We believe it's like a presence with no evidence Looking at the sky with no real knowledge of where our heaven is They're really more concerned with debt and where their credit lives And benefits, you wanna be an angel? Go and get some wings ‘Cause humans made up angels, they made up everything We made up Christmas, different religions, we made up wedding rings So don't censor it, try and make some sense of it Jesus knows you's got cash, can you go and spend a bit And pay big dollars for your God to go repent your sins L. Ron Hubbard wants to buy some expensive sh** If Christ is asking you for money, that's offensive, sh** I didn't know they had any currency up where heaven is And there's a devilish smile on my devil's lips The exorcist, taking every kid and giving sense to them (Interlude) Too many wars won, but something that needs gone Simply together, speaking the lie, speak of a better time Oh, there were too many lives lost, but something we needs gone We're living the lie, always together now, sing together now (Hook) It's all about to end; it's all about to end We could start it up again But it's all about to end, all about to end (Verse 3) I understand if they wanted to go all make believe But God didn't write the Bible, it is make believe They going to hell, they caught the gay disease Take your ego out, cause everyone of them is the same as me You need a change some things, change the way your brain perceives How other people live their life, whatever person they're made to be I'm seeing everything that Satan's seen And that still doesn't come close to when he faces me It's getting cold so rapidly oh my brain will freeze Put your hands together, I don't mean clap, pray for me I see these motherf**ers chasing me, chasing me I'll be waiting at the end patiently, patiently Dig deep to the soul to know a human's worth God is really a metaphor for the universe Why hate h*mos**uals? What? They're too absurd? Why abuse someone's choices when they weren't there to choose them first? This is too superb, which life do you prefer? Lucifer? Why's the sky the limit when the moon was first? When your times up, will you still believe in your faith? Believe what you want, he works in mysterious ways (Interlude) Too many wars won, but something that needs gone Simply together, speaking the lie, speak of a better time Oh, there were too many lives lost, but something we needs gone We're living the lie, always together now, sing together now (Hook) It's all about to end; it's all about to end We could start it up again But it's all about to end, all about to end