Hiding on the backstreets One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in

I will bring my insurrection And a war upon heaven Hell-fire be my destruction For this war upon heaven Bow not before his creation These mortals, "man" This act of insult Breeds our discontent

Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Hammering anvils straining muscle and might Shattering

Skyscrapers, earth movers, ground breakers We are justice fighters with faces of fire Fight the avalanche You'll be buried every time We run and run and run Little do we know We have only what we're given Our footsteps, bringing purpose, changing history

I am Nostradamus I am the darkness Born out of light I am the force the fire That burns here tonight Bringing the future To all mankind Guider of life, of death The sight of the blind

I'm on fire We're taking it, we're taking it We're taking it down We're bring it back We're bring it, we're bring it Like the roof on fire Tell her baby baby baby baby I'm in fire

Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube You could call that number But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting

Electric hellfire "I am the god of electric hellfire and I bring you..." You've got a suicidal death wih that's plain to see Suicidal death wish bring it to me Have you ever met Jesus, soon you will see You're gonna meet Jesus if you're messing with me

Pulling the last cry, I was alive (alive!) While I'm down in my hatred, weird, right (right!) Your god has set you on fire, this day the darkness light your way When we, reach this final dusk Bring me fire and insanity The jet-black eyes are showing

You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer But if it's true you're gonna run away Tell me where I'll meet you there