The only rubble covers the battlefield Depleted ground, years of abuse It's just what I'm thinking And there's no making or undertaking Less a point than a modest Induced grasp of poison hands Just what I'm thinking Only the rubble devastating Just what I'm thinking Just what I'm thinking Disease of lies, chaotic black holes Reduce you, absorb the abuse Just what I'm thinking And there's no making or undertaking Just what I'm thinking I see the end and there is no light I can't resist, emotions Just what I'm thinking Boom!