Level, Crumble
Level by the hatred
Can't really explain our nature

Genocide was created
Blown into the backs of children
Pushing - miles away

Down
There's no acceptance
There is no control

Breeding adolence
Come on
I said it's to me

To me there is nothing
But total annihilation
Come to us Armageddon

Give us all what we deserve
I lack the provision
I lack the self control

I lack the way to be
Will to grow old
I pull the shotgun close;

close to my chest
Grants me security in the New York City mirth
Your eyes bleed

Level, Crumble