There's nothing wonderful, there's nothing beautiful Not much worth saving in this f**ing world Spend so much time with the hands around your neck That your head would fall off if you felt they weren't Felt they weren't there Burning the heretics, cover the evidence Sedate the malcontent insecure populace Arming the terrified with dreams of genocide Fuels the machine of consumption and fear So what's left all in all When they say, "let them all burn?" Swinging the marionettes dancing with broken necks
Make your choice now, the destructor has come Same king reborn every time a new form Over and over again and again and again Growing throughout the years built out of smoke and mirrors Reflects the whims of the maddest of men Shadows surrounding confusing and clouding The minds of the weak and the simple alike So what's left all in all When they say, "let them all burn?" Welcome to the Kingdom of Fear One step forward, three steps back towards inescapability Order through chaos With a side of fear