Ripping through the fabric of reality You can’t imagine the technicality Of destruction, on a mission No submission to the authority of reason Killing is in season Mad dogs pull apart the door Hit the floor and hold out That’s the feeling of fear in your throat No doubt Wadda ya going to do about it now Your kingdom is falling down It was a statement not a question Churn it up Spit it out What you say That’s what we say Clutching at the straws that are left Yeah I'm picking up the pieces But not the rest Destroying like a ball and chain It leaves you cut up and standing outside in the rain Nobody to blame Not even yourself You have to play the cards that you are dealt No doubt There are some things you can’t control You can’t control