Counting The Hours

the streets are crying out
for a change [bad word] about
we’ve finally worn out
our [bad word] we plague the cities with disease
we breed too many mouths to
feed
it’s no surprise I’d like to see... it all wash away

so let the storm
rage on
with infinite power
and I’ll stand strong just counting the
hours
like nothing’s wrong
while the city’s devoured
the storm rolls on
in
these final hours
It’s too late despite our regret
we deserve everything we
get
I can’t wait for the rain
I invite the earthquakes and hurricanes
I live
for moments just like this
where the [bad word] down
and the chaos
hits
there’s nothing like an apocalypse
to open your eyes [bad word] 
And i
don’t care if i watch the ocean swallow everything
I [bad word] the change
Im so
sick of [bad word] ignorance
Don’t care who survives
cuz i’ll be
fine [bad word] 
so let the storm rage on
with infinite power
and I’ll stand
strong just counting the hours
like nothing’s wrong
while the city’s
devoured
the storm rolls on
in these final hours... in these finals
hours
just let the storm keep raging on and on... on and on... its rages on
and on in these final hours