In here a tale of a boy who reached the masses

His name was Billy and he liked to get high.

A normal guy until the green-skin apocalypse.

A do or die.

There must be something in the water

Besides fluoride and ****

Where he lie where he lie.

He threw that gaping brain asunder

When he realized when he realized.

It's coming down

<***y riff by Mark Holcomb>

We've sown thrones and brought the kings down to knees.

Hello here we are salutations.

And every day that you wake is a gift that you take from the gods

That's right.

You came from the trees and we altered the genes.

Here you are all you **** with is wages.

You had the day but you pissed it away.

I think it's time that we show our ways.

Now we shed that violence all over

Let mayhem in the streets.

From the mountaintop to oceans we own your every need.

It's coming down

With every breath that we take we can hear that sound.

Somebody needs a reaction to stay on the ground.

With every breath that we take we can hear that sound.

A green-skin apocalypse.

A do or die.

So Billy heeds the call of fathers

Release high

Through these eyes.

<***y riff by Mark Holcomb>

Embraces the chi and he praises the ****s.

Holding out for the day he can face them.

And every day that he trains is a slap in the face to the gods

Godd**n.

Shutting out politics

Viewing beings as equals.

Ain't it funny how that makes sense

You had the floor but you gave it a bore.

Now it's equal.

Can we clean that slate

Now shed that violence all over

Let mayhem in the streets.

From mountain top to oceans we own your every need.

It's coming down

Somebody needs a reaction to stay on the ground.

It's coming down

Follow a trail of the ones who bleed the masses

Follow behind the reptilian eyes.

A normal day in the green-skin apocalypse

A do or die.

There must be something in the water

Where he lie where he lie.

He threw that gaping brain asunder

When he realized when he realized.

National alliance and he leads the fight.

No class no race just ******* violence in their eyes.

A plan for human survival takes to flight.

The good that's left and all we cherish stands to die.

Is this the end of all we know

They all float

Is this the end of all we know

Wasted our lives for what

<***y riff by Mark Holcomb>

Float away

Do we feed the reaction

Do we stay

Do we all float away

Do you think you know who you are

Do you think you know who you are

Did you think you had it all worked out well

And who could believe those dead-eyed soldiers

Red sky rainfalls.

The winter beams no beauty.

Just cold-eyed monsters and bare branches.

You can wail to the moon but that'll just make things worse.

They see you

They see me

They see all.

No children in the streets where do they play

When freedom here has been revoked

The ground which all their fathers soaked.

No medicine.

The scarcity of nourishment is evident.

And where's our god

Have we seen that side of heaven yet

No..

Rich poor.

Clutching to their sheets in horror.

Is there an answer

No

Is there somebody who can take away all the present dismay

Bury the light

Pray through night.

Mayhem in the streets

No order.

Is there an answer

Is there somebody who can take away all the present dismay

Bury the light

Pray through night

You've buried that buried that light.

Now pray throug night.

What has come down is littered all around in your sight.

It's littered in your sight.

The claim they stake

A land from us they take.

The claim they stake

They stake

A land from us they take

They take

.

The craft he shakes

A race within his wake.

Victory alone became his above the soil we know.

A grave is laid

A man within it's cage.

Victory alone became his down in the soil he owns.

Soil we know becomes our own home.

Now we're staring at the ground together.

This is not the first time or the last time.

Soil we know becomes our own home

Now we're staring at the ground together

Now we're staring at the ground together.

Soil we own becomes ours

Order back in what we know.

Soil we own becomes ours

Now one with the soil we own.

Soil we own becomes ours

Order back in what we know.

Soil we own becomes ours

Now one with the soil we own

Soil we own

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