Chaos in the world today, spreading hate and fear,
you may not have caught the disease yet, but it's getting near.
Swallowing it's victims, spreading rage and lust for death,
the warm feeling on your neck is the warmpth of Satan's breath.
Chaos taking over, leaving destruction in it's wake,
worse than a hurricane, or a planet shattering earthquake.
Evil surrounds you, Satan within you, Hell about you.
Your only chance for survival is kill or be killed,
you know to live, an arsenal you must build.
You must fight back against chaos, but it's much too strong,
you know if nothing happens soon, you'll be dead before too long.
You know you must fight this evil, against suffering and pain,
but it's getting in your head now, you're slowly going insane.
Voices echo in your ears, voices in your head,
"they're all out to get you, they all want you dead.
You have got to kill them all, before they get the chance,
cut off their heads and perform the sacred dance.
To summon the ultimate evil, hate in it's purest form,
in the form of a child, the evil one unborn!
The child shall be the ruler of all the world today,
all that oppose him shall lie in decay.
You are the only one to start the revolution,
you have been chosen, you are the ultimate solution!"
Amid the chaos you are shot, your life slowly slips away,
it's getting hard to breathe, your vision is turning grey.
"This is the end?" you scream "dying bleeding in the street?"
"Now is the time" you hear " for you and death to meet."
You pass out on the roadside, there forever you will lie,
for that is what's gonna happen when it's time to die.