Stale drops of inferior taste Handed down just to lay to waste Foul scent of
a dream gone bad Die the death that he never had I've seen the flaming
sights I've walked that dreaded mile Religious fragmentation I gasp another
line So be it-This place turns to dust So be it-Our blood turns to rustI
see the world as goneBring the pain! I see the world as gone Epidemic
spreads across the land To every place and into every man The solution lost
for all Betrayed and broken Domestic intervention may stop it for a while
Concealed intentions Our code they mastermind So be it-This place turns to
dust So be it-Our blood turns to rustI see the world as goneBring the
pain! I see the world as gone