White lightning cracks the sky,
As the thunder strikes the bell,
Maybe I should reverse the tide,

Only to find your place in hell,

As the captured run-a-riot,

You cease fire, a moment's pause,
They then factor among the wired,
To sounds of rapturous applause,


'Break out the violent violins,
Hear them amass in a fusion of sin,

Scraping and tugging the strings of your heart,
I hope they rip you apart'.


Chorus

It's our time, to take what is ours,

Bringing Karmageddon from the eye of the storm,
It's now time, break down the walls,
Karmageddon's gonna be the (*##$ you spawned.



I spy fat cats giving chase,

To the rats running their race,
The sly smile upon my face,
Watching all the rat bats fall from grace,


'Whatever reason or meaning to life,
You'll never find it nor find the time.

He's gonna meet you greet you eat you alive'.