Year Zero

And this is my intent
 My statement
 It is my world address
 And my vision
 What choice? Like a trapped rat
 A social lab test
 With no hope
 And no way out
 So I made a choice
 We bow to none
 It was all over before you were born
 Semtex packed
 I grind the prints
 Filed edges, metal casing
 Welded, stench
 Aluminum burns chlorate
 Retches the skin
 Tetrachloride
 Fire
 I fix the fuse, set the head
 Adrenalin
 Grind to powder TNT
 The nerves are filed
 Electrical detonation
 Grip hard
 Strapped tight, and sweat burns
 And heretic's commandments
 Dogma and prayer
 Your preacher's sons are gathered in despair
 I'll say again, I never had faith to lose
 As god is my witness
 I will be an instrument of faith
 I don't need to be fucking saved
 This is year zero and the beginning of the end
 The final immolation
 And my mark upon the world
 And this is the end