Verse 1: Briton Bond
My God!
I look out to see a nightmare!
Another holocaust is throwing us into a fragile state
OH!
Liars!
Use all their deceit, the essence of the world
Sick shapes, empty hurricanes [?]
Sick shapes, empty hurricanes [?]
Control is a constant battle, we're losing only focusing on ourselves
Revolting liars
Disease spreads, as innocence crumbles away
Like a [?] into flame, you watch your fame melt away
