I heard the sirens going off
The bombs dropping around
The wailing sounded like cries for help
Better start firing before you're dead
Stand back
You're giving me a heart attack
The crimson on your hands
Isn't yours
It's mine
Have some fun
Digging in the dirt
I thought it would end
But it only got more and more insane
So that's how it happened
I never thought there was a reason
To give a shit about what you thought
Cause you never gave me the satisfaction
In return
You won't last a bit
Those eyes you have
Can't see past the lies
That surround you
You little pig
You better dig
Any last words