Destruction

And they throw back shots Of Victory Gin Still deep within Their hidden den Sick sick men Are at it again With brand new toys of destruction And they’re all playing god But not very well This pain for profit Is still paying for the bill So they don’t wanna stop it Yeah you can tell I think they call this destruction They set the hang man loose Now he's ripping through the sky Once he gives the order No one questions why They burned all the fuel Now someones gotta die I think they call this destruction Yeah I think they call this destruction They said it was collateral But whys it feel like murder When they set the reaper free And they said it was collateral But whys it feel like murder When it cuts people down And you know what they say About the wicked Shit I haven’t rested in weeks We slept down by the picket But they ran us off the streets Everybody's got some misfit Yeah I think it's in our genes But the city can't miss it When it's breaking at the seams