Stale drops of inferior taste Handed down just to lay to waste Foul scent of a dream gone bad Die the d**h that he never had I've seen the flaming sights I've walked that dreaded mile Religious fragmentation I gasp another line So be it-This place turns to dust So be it-Our blood turns to rust... I see the world as gone' Bring the pain! I see the world as gone Epidemic spreads across the land To every place and into every man The solution lost for all Betrayed and broken Domestic intervention may stop it for a while Concealed intentions our code they mastermind So be it-This place turns to dust So be it-Our blood turns to rust... I see the world as gone' Bring the pain! I see the world as gone'