Smell of rot, taste of hate
Eyes bloodshot, doomed by fate
Yeah I remember Timothy McVeigh
One of many whose life was burnt away
The Columbine kids once calm and relaxed
Not a trace of evil from their front to their backs
Another set of souls fallen from grace
It's lunch time now, holding a gun to your face
Chaos to make, a world to break
Dark shadows of retaliation
Chaos to make, a world to break
All negotiation will fail
Mentally ill hidden among us to k**
Extremist geniuses driven by will
Should the government take the blame?
Conspiracy is the name of the game
Some grew up tortured, others buried in wealth
An atrocity waiting to happen in full stealth
Sick of the way things are going around
So they blow up a bus or bring buildings down
Chaos to make, a world to break
Dark shadows of retaliation
Chaos to make, a world to break
The innocent will pay
What makes the perfect targets?
Federal buildings seems to be the prime
They've caught the ba*tard and they put him to sleep
For the most inhumane crimes
But when the bombs go off again
And you all thought that he was dead
A sentinel rises to proceed the chaos
You'll remember what his epitaph said
Chaos to make, a world to break
Dark shadows of retaliation
Chaos to make, a world to break
The innocent will pay