Mr. President told me it was the good way
Tragedy is the way to solve catastrophe
While the Preist people sit in their thrones
Behind them, theives destroy their homes
Your TV agenda and your collection of lies
Have all fallen down, yes soon they'll be dead
The bombs you drop and the words you spit
Don't distract from whats really happening
I've Got my Gun, It's inside of my head
To save myself from you, I pretend your all dead
Everyday you live in this world
protected by the hidden filth
Destory yourselfs and compete for # 1
When it's all gone will you have had your fun?
Now the shells are broken
And we're all watching your culture
Coming crashing down,
Coming crashing down