Playing God is something but I'd rather make a fire
Like a ray of lightning striking down right through your soul
Being a tyrant in my country fails to satisfy me
Burning down humanity is one within my hopes
Crashing their lies
Right into your home
A vast pile of feces is taking control
They won't hear your cries
- It's not like they won't
But they'd rather toast to the sound of the bombs
Drilling your eyes
With censorized news
Another example of media's abuse
Wrecking the wise
Promoting the fools
It's easy to know that they won't let you choose
Destroyers (x2)
Cry for the crisis
And refuse to see
That blood from the children is fuelling your car
They'll bring us progress
And prosperity
Gathering black gold from genocidal wars
Pleading is vain
They will not refuse
To keep draining souls to distille their black booze
You think you're safe
That you won't get screwed
But playing this game we are all bound to lose
Destroyers (x4)
Playing God is something,
But I'd rather make a fire