Lyrics The End. - Gregor McEwan

Science, not fiction
Truth, not religion
Rise from the dead, bastard son!

I have a vision
Of love, not suspicion
Maybe we all get along

Without politicians
There's no lobbyism
If only they can prove me wrong

I'm on a mission
Cause no algorithm
Can write me a sad sad sad song

Nature's calling all mankind
This world is fucked up and so am I
I am calling planet earth
More is coming, it's getting worse
Clowns and despots everywhere
We're not gone yet, but getting there
Crack a bottle, clap and cheer
All is well, the end is here