Level, level
Crumble, crumble
Level, level
Crumble

Level by the hatred
Can't really explain our nature
Genocide was created
Blown into the backs of children

Pushing - miles away
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down

There ain’t no acceptance
There ain’t no control
Breeding adolescence
Come on
Come on
I said it's to me
I said it's to me
To me
To me
To me

To me there's nothing
But total annihilation
Come to us, Armageddon
Give us all what we deserve

I lack the provision
I lack the self-control
I lack the way to be
Will to grow old
I pull the shotgun close;
Close to my chest
Grants me security in the New York City mirth
Your eyes bleed

Level, level
Level, crumble
Level, level
Crumble, level