We will not tolerate this injustice any more When backed into a corner, a creature will attack Increased ferocity, pure rage surging Don't you dare fuck with us, you fucking piece of shit You'll wake to see your whole world burning We'll burn it all down We will not tolerate this murder, this crime, this sanction Try it this time, you'll see revolution

World revolution! The tyrant class is feasting on our flesh, ripping it from our bones They serve our children into the grinder, discarded skulls adorning wretched thrones They serve the offal back to us, knowing we need to eat But we have a hunger for what we're craving is a new, different kind of meat World revolution! You are a blight upon humanity Reveling in the depravity For too long you saw no end in sight Not once did you ever believe you'd see our might The time has come to assert our strength and defend our dignity You cannot threaten to take what's taken, your world is built on poverty Like squeezing blood out of a stone They suck the life out of our earth Hoping we watch in apathy This monetized atrocity must end! One life, one chance One way to end this dance With death, with pain In the grave, we're the same You are a blight upon humanity Reveling in the depravity World revolution! I won't kneel for execution World revolution! One chance to save ourselves We are not free until we see justice

They'll hunt us forever, until our surrender Bullets shredding through opposition Dictators paid to occupy nations Innovating wartime cruelty To indulge in the sadistic urge There's so much money they can spare To further prolong this war With people on the streets starving Derelict societal waste So futile... They engage protests with full force, no quarter No press to document this crime You can't stop the tide from washing away The stain of your evil from poisoned shores And when the waters recede, what will there be left behind? What fate awaits mankind? They'll hunt us forever, until our surrender You can't stop the tide from washing away The stain of your evil from poisoned shores And when the waters recede, what will there be left behind? What fate awaits mankind? Death, death and misery... forever

Purging the Earth of its creatures Carpets of flame Sadists enacting extinction Mercy is weakness Thriving within the bloodshed Profits to gain Deliver to the extremists It's time, rapture awaits Extinction Malice is used as a weapon Crusade of hate Resources there for the taking Mercy is weakness Power belongs to the masters Hands of the few They are awaited in heaven It's time, rapture awaits We are not pawns in this game of conquest We will not let you corrupt our bodies and minds When there's nothing to gain from empathetic mindsets A system will favour our own destruction What better ally exists to evangelists of scorn, but unfeeling machine burdened not by the desire for life? We are not pawns We are not pawns in this game of conquest We will not let you corrupt our bodies and minds Fly with me, transcend the flesh Obliterate the enemy Rapture awaits, rapture awaits us all A world obsessed with violence is doomed to bring its own end Machines we build learn from our desire to see each other die

War is here! Are we a plague upon this world? Do we deserve this suffering? This inferno is our design Are any of us without sin? Fuck you and all that you stand for Your lust for pain and misery Will target all the others first You might even be spared I suspect that this is your goal To rid the world of those you despise Outsourcing armageddon to Those you will sacrifice Are we a plague that corrupts all things, without purpose? No! We can build a better world It's the only way we'll survive We've seen this all before Humans deserve their fate We are a plague, we need to die, We are the ones that pollute this world! Together as angels, this fire will unify Nuclear empyrean, swirling in a blazing sky Are we a plague that corrupts all things, without purpose? Are we a plague that corrupts all things, without purpose? Or do we indulge these urges to ignore the plight of the helpless? Our chance is now to save our species, why do we hesitate? This inferno is our design Are any of us without sin?

It's been determined that we are all expendable What use are we to the pursuit of the profit share? Our needs, our desires, they are all unattainable Finance entrusted to machines that can never care We are not needed in this world anymore This pain, all this genocide, "it's not ideological" Just the result of "unbiased data sampling" What use is humanity to this "optimal model"? There is no reason for us to continue living We are not needed in this world anymore The fire doesn't discriminate We will die with hatred in our hearts Just as we lived

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Our reckless nature led us here A species all-consumed by fear We could not trust ourselves to rule More satisfied being a tool For despots, billionaires and swine Who will not answer for their crimes Not now, within this barren waste A rotten tomb where we're encased The sun still shines but it brings no warmth When the fire dies... And if we had another chance Would we still watch, within a trance As we destroy ourselves again? Wanting a change, but don't know when When to give up our luxury Everything, a commodity We all scream inside as we Succumb to ideology The rain melts our skin, the regret burns our souls The sun still shines but it brings no warmth When the fire dies so will we Commiserations for the dead, who rest here among us No way to justify their pain, though rest assured there will be attempts At our own funeral we mourn, within this storm of dust Our epilogue to history, will be one full of fear and darkness The misery echoed through the ages Their cries resonating forever So finally we'll be free of anguish And so it is, our last surrender End times, we are doomed to suffering