Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in Maker take the body don't want it wants me A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play Swim

Why should I I'm a mother fucking wrecking I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball Always be the one to back away Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind Sick of all the bullshit Sliced up, shot down Everybody bows down Kill em all, let em fall

Pray for war, pray for death, pray for hate Pray for all that you know All these years ain't nothing's changed Where have we gone, what have we done Where have we gone, nowhere left to run And you know Spiral of darkness, as the fools away Peace through

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your

His body and blood Sharing in common Serving Messiah ooh Serving Messiah Receive, consume This grave hill stinks of death A reek from the ground Catches whiff of the hound

Life to lifeless Humanity cover me With the ashes of remembrance I will learn from this pain To eternity The cycle repeats I'll rebuild me There is no darkness without light to teach us of ourselves Death unfolds itself painfully

We will fight to the death To the right, to the left, This is war To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first To the edge of the earth It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie And the moment to live and the moment to

The wind of life and air from above smells of death. Angels sing of the end. Nothing you say and nothing you try can change time. Human race prepares to die

Define your ascension Draw your breath Put your fears to death Your time has come Your time will come This is a dawning A calling to face down consequence No honor in hiding behind a wall, that keeps you sane Shed the skin of past mistakes No remorse and

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I cried last night and all the night before You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do I got a letter this mornin, how