Simulations of my glory days.
The sun sets on the buildings ablaze.
The clock ticks its final tock.
The insubordination of this world is f**ked.

It's all a misery.
From the birth to history.
You think you know chaos well.
This apocalyptic scene will specify Hell!

From the craddle to the grave,
the diagnosis is the blood that we crave.
The guns whinning in the forgotten world.
The utter destruction, your sanctity is hurled!

It's all about everything that you do.
It's all about times that you've put me through.
So wake up and tell all the nation,
"This world is full of hatred's inflation!"

So F**k YOU!