Pandora's Box

The sleeping giants arise
 Awakened from a deep slumber
 Aroused by the craving
 Of the doomsday hunger
 Standing their ground
 Not daring to give an inch
 Waiting with utter intent
 Watching for the other to flinch
 They stare at each other
 From across the abyss
 Contemplating the start
 Of the final apocalypse
 Looking for the reason
 To vindicate their fatal need
 In their twisted minds
 The ends will justify their means
 They find themselves on the brink
 So close to the verge of becoming extinct
 Ready to turn the key, open the lock
 And raise the lid of Pandora's Box
 Seems no turning back
 As the tensions rise
 Beyond the point of return
 The clocks are synchronized
 There's no longer a reason
 To vindicate their lethal deeds
 In their twisted minds
 The ends will justify their means
 They find themselves on the brink
 So close to the verge of becoming extinct
 Ready to turn the key, open the lock
 And raise the lid of Pandora's Box