Bombs drop down, from out of the sky.
Screams cry out as the bullets go by.
Soldiers take the street as per their instructions.
Hope dies here on the eve of destruction.
Smoke rolls through the city, and the houses are in flames.
Bodies lie in the streets with no one to know their names.
And we'll all feel the pain as the bombs drop down.
Try to run from the hate as the bombs drop down.
Stumbling through the haze as the bombs drop down.
We will make our escape as the bombs drop down.
Don't wast time wondering why.
Take my hand if you don't want to die.
On the horizon still smokestacks fill the sky,
hiding endless valleys of the bodies of those who died.
And we'll all feel the pain as the bombs drop down.
Try to run from the hate as the bombs drop down.
Stumbling through the haze as the bombs drop down.
We will make our escape as the bombs drop down.
Watch it fall, crumble to the ground.
It's not all as bad as it sounds.
For I've been waiting for so long,
for the day when everything is gone
'cause there'll be:
No more police, no more disease
no more oppression, no more possesions.
Why can't you see how badly we need
a trial by fire? It's my desire
you couldn't stop it. We're all gonna die
Smoke rolls through the city, and the houses are in flames.
Bodies lie in the streets with no one to know their names.
It's the eve, eve of destruction
It's the eve, eve of destruction
It's the eve, eve of destruction
It's the eve, eve of destruction
For everything I know and everything I am,
I still can't find a reason why a man could kill a man.
The hatred and brutality it really makes no sense to me.
Why can't anybody see the senselessness in this?
I can't take this anymore.
It feels like we're waiting, but what are we waiting for?
We're inching closer to the point of no return,
where we'll find a way out or we'll all watch it burn.
Everywhere you turn, and everywhere you look,
it's another thing gone bad and another life was took.
Money changes hands as lives go down the drain,
cause things are more important than a person whose in pain
I can't take this anymore.
It feels like we're waiting, but what are we waiting for?
We're inching closer to the point of no return,
where we'll find a way out or we'll all watch it burn.
I try to sleep at night, only toss and turn,
thinking of all the children who've watched their village burn.
We're keeping time, counting tragedies,
but still we walk along complacently.
We've go to find a way, there's got to be a way
out of here.
I can't take this anymore.
It feels like we're waiting, but what are we waiting for?
We're inching closer to the point of no return,
where we'll find a way out or we'll all watch it burn.