As could be fire in my back
When it's time for the kill
The children are crying
And brave men are lost in the hills

Oh, it's that shadow witching again
Watch the fight
From the high mark ground
Escaping from the pain

With death cruising slow and low
In the backstreets at sundown
Compute and cowboys
Out there riding the storm
Oh, it's a death defying stunt
The gods of war keep nudging us
A little closer to the front

I got all this stuff in my head
And you know that it's burning well
And I measure it all
As i'm watching these pictures of hell
Oh yeah

It's twenty to twelve
And the mountains are starting to tremble
It's twenty to twelve
And a thousand are starting to die
Oh, the impatience of the immortals
Don't they know how good we can be
At genocide and suicide
And matricide and homicide and genocide

The children will paint
With the black and the red on their walls
Oh these children stand in silence
When the amps stop shaking
They may think we are dead
The music will reach up and slap

Life around here in the future
It's so hard to tell
As i stumble around
And watching these pictures of hell

I got all this stuff in my head
And you know that it's burning well
And i measure it all
As i'm watching these pictures of hell

And life around here in the future
It's so hard to tell
As i stumble around
And watching these pictures of hell
Hell, hell, hell