War of the world
Spit in my gene pool
And watch the earth unfold

Beg and plead, to no avail

Dull the spark of your glory
And instigate
The instinct to expose all those
That come before me

Titan of disease
Wisdom of defeat
Retribution born in the slum
Minds ripped at the seam

Reap in lands of woe
Nature that unfolds
Derelicts that run the world
In cities made of gold

War of the world
Spit in my gene pool
And watch the earth unfold

Please doctor, please heal the sin
The mortal enemy within

Mortal, even in my skin

Deep inside the womb
Nemesis that dwell
Feeding off your doom
Stored in festered wells

Where’s the line? I don’t care!