the nauseating smell of waste contaminated by the blood dripping for the knife of a hatchet man a self destructive act in the name of a god that is used to justify a holy battle plan it s going down now no hope for pow wow you can t expel the devil from his dwell there ain t no sanctuary safe enough no shelter built strong and tough to protect against this earthly hell out comes the batz they re leaving their cave soon they ll be outta sight out comes the ratz they are leaving the ship swimming off into the night out comes the vultures fleeing human discommend in this mayhem of dismay there ll be no tomorrow this is the end and tomorrow no today a game of sick monopoly polluted by the appetite for cash and to control a flock of sheep an atrocious quest for peace a certain route to genesis it s hard to comprehend the power of such a creep so it went with a blast no future no more past