The end is near!
Graffiti worth reading rarely is written on walls that are worth writing on.
So if that is true
Then believe me now
You worth reading graffiti is gone.
While we're on it, get off it.
The days of the prophet
Writing his words on the wall.
Have gone now, behind us.
But somehow we find ourselves desperately reading it all.
Repent! (Repent)
Obey! (Obey)
The end is near.
I tagged and marked and bragged and barked and
I was here.
We rode on the surface with no real purpose
No reason or rhyme but to write.
Out of place and outdated
Poorly illustrated
And that would be being polite.
An eye foreman lost but whose counting the costs
And the figuring it out what we're losing.
If I would guess we are losing much less
Then we figured unless that's confusing.
Repent! (Repent)
Obey! (Obey)
The end is near.
I tagged and marked and bragged and barked and
I was here.
When it's all done instead,
Look at what was created, and don't take it out on us all.
Try taking it lighter and don't blame the writer.
Just do what I do, blame the wall.
Repent! (Repent)
Obey! (Obey)
The end is near.
I tagged and marked and bragged and barked and
I was here.
Graffiti worth reading rarely is written on walls that are worth writing on.
So if that is true
Then believe me now
You worth reading graffiti is gone.
Graffiti worth reading rarely is written on walls that are worth writing on.
So if that is true
Then believe me now
You worth reading graffiti is gone.