Dark Day(Plague of Nations) (Explicit) - Jackson Jones/Qwel

Who can stand before yah lobbing cali at the ocean

Coast a clearing hear it close hold it fast she lacks devotion

Though she acts mad ol' fag it up and had it up to roses

Pad her pretty grave the gypsy slave cackles at the notion

Save the wine broken city scape the windy plagued with locusts

Smoking furnace burn it down highest tower made the lowest

Hoing slizzy flitty flake too busy making dough to notice

Bloated kitties fishy graves this shitty lake a overflowing

Coal and hale upon the babel apple magma that floats it

Molten glass and plastic tabernacles scattering roach

Packs of squealing running rats ducking locust approaching

Below the darkened sky the harlot cries gargling ocean

A swarm of flies through the london sky the coming rushing tide

Shine the lust of her blister clusters flush her rusted pride

Gushing eyes arising dust flood arriving just in time

For the lice to hike the channel and the mice to wonder why

For all the neon and x-mas trees

Disease and the freon and next best things

To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends

Better check what y'all be on or expect these rubberduckies

For all the neon and neon and x-mas trees

Diseases and the freon and next best things

To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends

Better check what y'all be on or expect these rubberducks

But who can stand before christ plague of lice upon paris

Kerosene rain lighting ignite that wind she inherits

To flare the decadence she wears singe the hair of the ferret

Her marriage in ash double edged flaming sword who can bear it

Save the oil with a plague of flaming boils upon rome

Quaking crust to touch her lust outweigh the spoils of her pope

Her royalty choked with smoke and the soil she emotes

Her blasphemy wrapped in latin speak turmoil she wrote

Do-se-doh upon tokyo strings in beijing

For all the carnivals in brazil and the places we sing

The barbie dolls mardi gras and oddly shaking for beads

Daddy's little heathen freaking cancun and breaking for spring

Who can stand before the spirit smiling hear it in silence

Pray to see the second coming daily end this asylum

Ain't a thing to be afraid of ask the blessed few that'll find him

The heathen screaming peace while the flaming sword'll divide em

For all the neon and x-mas trees

Disease and the freon and next best things

To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends

Better check what y'all be on or expect these rubberduckies

For all the neon and neon and x-mas trees

Diseases and the freon and next best things

To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends

Better check what y'all be on or expect these rubberducks