Cheering crowds deify their waste
Making love to their disgrace
After so much how could you not fall asleep, dream and die?
Fit for nothing dead where you lay
All the nights of broken glass drown the screaming
Choke your breath and hide to pass the time
When the wrath comes where will they turn?

All these nights of broken glass
The vision soon will pass, soon will pass

All the way from hell to here
This is an act of vengeance
They say the end is near
Well let it start now

It's not you who will die
Only the world that will die
So let it start

Don't live to pay
Load up the gun
And blow them away
Let it start now!

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Writer(s): BENJAMIN ALLEN WEINMAN, GREGORY JOHN PUCIATO