"Are we going to die? I think so.
Going nowhere fast, as if it's all we know
Tied up, beaten, Tortured, and with no place else to go
We've all been through this, some with scars to show

Driving forward, falling toward impending doom
Intoxicated by the blood of the moon
I've driven the final nail to my coffin
My head is killing me, reminding me
Of what I have done to myself
This is the end of life as we know it
Following the path chosen by our guide
A giant of a man, living two differnt lives
Not a momen'ts grace, this where we draw the line
Face our fears or face the facts, this is where we die
We're on our own
But in this together
This is the end, prepare to die"