Terrorist Threat - To the Grave

Stare into the eyes of devastation long enough and it begins to stare back

Brace for the impact

Watch it burn, watch it die

System purge, run for your lives

Don’t go outside, go find a quiet place to cry

It’s judgement day, there’s nowhere to hide, everyone get in line

Hell to pay

Bleach stains, couldn’t wash away the pain you made

Blood soaking their clothes says they’ve got hell to pay

Rot came in waves, the carriers of the fucking plague

A fate much better than you deserve, we’ve got hell to pay

Blackwater up to our necks

On earth, it feels like hell

Blackwater up to our necks

When the shit hits the fan, it’s every cunt for themselves

Watch it burn, watch it die

System purge, run for your lives

Red bleach stains, couldn’t wash away the pain you made

Blood soaking their clothes shows they’ve got hell to pay

I guess the meaning of life is just to dig our own graves

It’s either hurt or the hearse, we have hell to pay

Got my name in your mouth and it’s becoming hard to chew

If I’m a terrorist then what the fuck does that make you?