| You can destroy an army | |
| You can kill a man | |
| But you can't kill terror | |
| And terror is what | |
| I am Terror your servant as you sturggle to rule | |
| How can you kill terror when you use it as a tool | |
| So when you write the history books remember to omit it | |
| The sickest thing about your race is that you won't admit it | |
| Decapitation, a merciful way for one to quickly die | |
| Just think if they'd slowly plucked out both his eyes | |
| Far better than being buried alive | |
| Think of the babies you buried alive | |
| You can't kill terror | |
| So let's declare war | |
| There's so many dead that we can't keep score | |
| Madness and reason we at once combine | |
| This is a war that can last for all time | |
| The War Against | |
| Terror Sublime! | |
| It's man against monster and only both can lose | |
| Fate is pre-ordained for you, so there's no side to choose | |
| So much like hurricanes you seek to name the cosmic crime | |
| To give a war a name is just a way for you to mark your time | |
| Just think of the babies you buried alive | |
| They haven't quite died | |
| I just got some news from the | |
| Central Command | |
| It seems the war didn't go quite as planned | |
| It seems like terror is winning the battle | |
| The humans are killing each other like cattle | |
| The bodies are piled up from | |
| Rome to Seattle | |
| Decapitation, a merciful way for one to quickly die | |
| Just think if they'd slowly plucked out both his eyes | |
| Cut off his penis and shoved it in his mouth | |
| Just like they do down south | |
| You can't kill terror |