So much peace in all this fucking destruction
I fucking love it, I scream as I throw a chair through a window
Shattered pieces of glass scatter the road where a crowd runs through
Some run for safety, but I scream “fuck you” to all them pussies
The city will burn tonight, yells a stranger in the distance
As he’s flattened to the ground by a runaway abandoned car on the sidewalk
Strangers unite to fill buckets with gas and carry them to nearby cars
They light matches setting off explosions and igniting the spills on their shirts
With scorched faces they stand up and do it all again
The cops lay beaten and bruised, some attempting to crawl to safety unnoticed
From a distance more sirens can be heard, but machine gun blasts counter the noise
From high up above the gun shop, empty shells rain down into the trash filled streets
Some scream in joy, some scream in pain, some scream freedom, while some scream in rage
I grab a TV to smash in the street, I justify my action by claiming it’s to set us all free
The man has all the power, just look at those eyes staring at me
There is no place anymore where you can move around secretly
If I am born into a governments slavery I will liberate myself with chaos
Failure is inevitable in short time, but this momentary fuck you to the world will last
This is a town united, all together we fight for a real cause that we whole heartedly believe in
Are we just ignorant fucks to this conformist society?
Fuck yeah, but you are all mutants creating your own destined destruction
You make bombs, you make wars, you take out countries and do you ever know what for?
Your town will burn and we will all certainly die when those sirens finally come
But I will rest peacefully knowing I went down for something I believe in
What do you believe in, your imported car, your sweatshop parts, that all match your kid stitched clothes
Try to practice what you preach. All your words are lies. What’s unacceptable here is ok elsewhere
You just supporting that coked up, Mercedes Benz driving, first class private jet flying business man
A thief, a criminal, and a slave runner, but his actions are socially acceptable because he looks presentable
Let my fist smash the window of his car and smear my blood on his assigned parking space
Guns fire from the road and the camera rotates to my direction
My destruction shall soon be your entertainment in time anyway
So don’t scold now while you laugh at your computer screen later
The sirens close in and guns are fired in the street
Sure the video of our destruction shall meet the eyes of you modern surfers
But watch how the tape will cut here. The mistake would send outrage to the world
So it will be cut and kept a secret while I am listed as another statistic
I walk to the streets with my hands in the air
Guns fire and explosions shake the street that I fall to my knees on
What’s left of my destruction’s rains down the drain