Circling around a metal beast
A bliss of joy that could destroy
A triangle with two more points
Get rid of them, to sand them off

One, two, three
Full circles been
Four, five, six
We stop complete.

Loud noices but no warnings
No one said stop this madness
Slow down to one frame per second
Giant worm to tackled a moan.

Surfing through the air
My mind is not thinking astraight
Laughing at what's been
A spill of death for those ahead

No use for words, stupid thoughts
******* you people
I swear you're done
Is not against me, bad luck it's just

It's just bad luck for those who know
Aware of pain to think still
How come they panic
No hope for granted

Come and join us
We don't care
Each complaint
Ha, I don't care.