"Daddy, what's it going to be like in the year 2000?"
Well, sweetheart, for your sake I hope it'll be all peaches and cream, but I'm afraid the endtime is near; the cataclysmic apacolypse refered to in the scriptures of every holy book known to mankind. It will be an era fraught with boundless greed and corruption, where global monatary systems disinigrate, leaving brother to kill brother for a grain of overcooked rice. The nations of the civilized world will collapse under the oppressive weight of parasitic political conspiricies which remove all hope and optimism from their once faithful citizins.
Around the globe generations of polluters will be punished for their sins, unshielded by the ozone layer they have successfully depleted, left to bake in the searing naked rays of light. Wholesale assassinations serve to destabilize every remaining government, leaving the starving and wicked to fend for themselves. Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax-dodging corporations wreak havoc. Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless and gutless system, where the rich get richer and the poor get fucked over and out, unleash total worldwide destruction by means of nuclear holocaust, annihilating the terrified masses, leaving in its torturous wake nothing but vicious cannibalistic mutated radiated horribly disfigured hoards of satanic killers, bent on revenge, but against whom? There are so few left alive. Starvation reigns supreme, forcing unlucky survivors to eat anything and anyone in their path.
Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow eggshell, causing unending volcanic eruptions. The creatures of the seven seas, unable to escape to certain death upon land, boil in their liquid prison. Disease encircles the earth. Plagues of viruses with no known cause or cure laying waste to whatever draws breath.
And human kind, having proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers, fall victim to merciless attack at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our charred remains.
This is Extinction Level Event, the Final World Front, and there is only. One. Year. Left.
"Wow, that's cool! I can't hardly wait!"
You don't have to, because here it is.
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