• its all our falt were to blame
    now all our fates will be the same

    the air so thick it is smothering
    now no time fore care and mothering

    the end of the world is god's demand
    all of our ends in his hands

    no one pure,no one saved
    our path to hell brightly paved

    the human race is the reason
    for all this pain it should be treason

    so i say good bye c'ya soon
    the darkest hour our time is non

    it is now time and donnt you worry
    you must go ,u must hury

    find the ones u love wile you quiver i fear
    and shead ur last and final tear

    now i say that i must go
    the flames of the fire clearly show

    i can not breath theirs too much smoke
    this is not some kind of hoax

    my death and ur death are realy the same
    their now is no such thing as fame