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Weapons of mass destruction 
a time for mass production 
this is the way the world will end 
in silence, this is the way the world
is ending in violence 

chaos, religion, and super media 
stars in a new world order 
of electric cars and topless bars 
fury for the masses 
shatter the hourglass 
as shadows are coming to pass 
move foundations of rot

Lord of the despair hear the fury 
the fury for the Masses 
See them pave the fields 
of gold, green, and dreams
in blacktop for a parking lot.

Poverty-stricken housing 
built on the backs of… 
Our Native Son. 
First Nations run…
The first man of this land. 

Time will watch seasons come
As the money will burn out
running out of time out of sanity
to watch this landscape

escape from light of morals
let reality fade, resting on one laurels
burning the flame, all there is shame
break the rock shattering of the tower 
fury for the masses feeling the power. 

Swing the hammer watch it strike fire, 
fly into a bright brilliant sky, desire 
money for the need, the need of the masses

This is the way the world will end 
maybe in microbes or strip malls?

This is the way the world is ending
in the Power of Greed and entropy... 

Lock and load the weapons of mass chaos 
feel the bright sun explode 
Reflecting in eyes gleaming watch 
the bomb come as a cloud of death rises
watch the mother pray
Fury for the masses. 

Money for the need 
the need for speed 
watch oblivion coming
watch the union of families breaking down 
watch the government crumble in all its technicolor shades 
the hope of the poor a better life dream, decaying 
lock and load let the guns explode
Lockstep to the Government food chains 

a world blinded by a kingdom of fools 
hate rules, a child cries 
Fury for the masses 
this is the way YOUR world will end…

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