Level, Crumble Level by the hatred Can't really explain our nature Genocide was created Blown into the backs of children Pushing - miles away Down There's no acceptance There is no control Breeding adolence Come on I said it's to me To me there is 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, Crumble