| Premeditated | |
| MurderYou can have | |
| JesusThey can have bombs | |
| In hindsight we speak out | |
| You praise all your wrongs | |
| Looking out windows | |
| And running through halls | |
| If they cannot catch you | |
| Then the system falls | |
| Criticizing standout | |
| They can see how they feel | |
| At least it's not your son | |
| On the killing fields | |
| Euphemisms | |
| BreakoutAt a pace giving show | |
| The wheels of mass destruction | |
| In your head are moving so slow | |
| What it means you'll never knowyou're beaten and its time to go | |
| Premeditated | |
| MurderTyrannical | |
| Leadersof which you're the best | |
| Can only be happy | |
| As the only one left | |
| Now you're knocking on my door | |
| Cause you killed all the rest | |
| Oh, the self righteous wrongness | |
| What a prophetic mess | |
| You fail to look inside | |
| And question what's on your mind | |
| The lower classes get taxed | |
| As their children cry | |
| Death machine in motion | |
| As the emperors dress | |
| The seeds of mass destruction | |
| Have been sown | |
| So take your last breath | |
| It's the last one you're gonna get | |
| Another one is on your head |