In days of old. When the books were untold. Speak of a world crushed by sin.. "The people will mourn. of a war to be born". Nobody would listen to him..
Takers of humanity, elders paranoid. The time is now. Give up this world you once destroyed. Society versus the underground. Their battles fought and lost.
Here we go. The people show. Victims of tomorrow. The way it goes. It never shows. Emptiness or sorrow. There is nothing left inside. Nothing left to cry for.
[Intro & Guitar Solo]. . A world of chaos. A world of fear. A world of anger and corruption. When all is lost. And millions starve. Is this humanity's destruction?.
[Music: Skolnick, Peterson, Clemente]. [Lyrics: Skolnick, Peterson, Billy][4:39]. . Living my life on borrowed time. Watching my dreams disappear. My fists slowly clench.
Take a look away. Think about the things you say. The day awaits your soul in chains. Ya got to make it today. Or there will be hell to pay. And there is no other way.
When I was but very young. Sorcerers came to claim my mind. Leaving death and hatred to unmask. The master of the game had won. And let his final sin be known.
Born into a world of hatred. Nothing to live for. What started with a simple match. Turned into something more. The pain I felt inside my head. Came on my day of birth.