the masses are going to battle

and as we learn from history now

they'll all die tor nothing and nobody even cares



slaughtered in sodom



living your life on a battlefield

where no one knows your name

your head blown off by a thousand guns

to me it makes no sense



rage burning inside, and sometimes it explodes

now I got blood on my hands, I kill tor no reason at all



blood is my fuel, violence an urge and not a goal

in my own private sodom, the bloodshed never ends



two minutes to midnight, everything will go fast

you'll never know what hit you,

but this breath will be your last



god and satan are no opposites

they're one inside your mind

you can worship both or none

it doesn't change who you are

because sodom is a place far away in your mind

where pleasure and pain are united



sodom is here



take my hand and fly away

to the dark realms of ignorance

there's no way you can deny

that you've been ignorant too

in worshipping something that only exists

in your own mind