Falling crashing to the ground
Weeping is the only sound
Collateral damage all around
And the beast rolls on
Weeping is the only sound
Collateral damage all around
And the beast rolls on
Nothing stopping as he moves
Watching as he’s sawn in two
But nothing like what’s done to you
And the beast rolls on
watch him, see him devour
like the falling World Trade tower
the beast rolls on
snarling across the hot sands
searing memories on his hands
contemplating new demands
and the beast rolls on
pulling down everything else
gasping from tightened belts
spilling from the black hole wells
and the beast rolls on
watch him, see him devour
like the falling World Trade tower
the beast rolls on
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