Besedila: Destruction Made Simple. Terror Stricken Youth. Flight 17.

Prepared my thoughts so they wouldn't seem so wrong
Why these buildings fall my opinion won't mean shit for long
I stayed in bed and I didn't go to work
As the hours grew I never even thought of you
Prepare for war
Get ready for damage
Embrace the carnage
'cause here comes some more
so freedom rings
can you hear it haunt from hell?
Your dreams are gone and you never got a clue
your wife is gone and you never said so long
with impressive acts and heroic pacts death will take its coarse
hate reactor, nuclear disaster, build me an army,
make their boots shiny, water shortage, steal their courage
greet them nicely, watch their base nightly