Now It's Twenty Twenty-Five The Dead Arise To Claim Your Life The TV Says It's Martial Law Outside The Streets Run Red With Gore Nothing Is Under Your Control Contrails Like Portents In The Sky Whole Continents Are On The Slide As Toxic Seas Boil Black With Blood The Realization Dawns We're Really Fucked Nothing Is Under Your Control No Germ Of Mercy In This Flesh And Bone This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell At The Beginning Of The End Now The Abyss Opens Below Nothing Is Under Your Control Welcome To Armageddon Time The End Is Really Fucking Nigh A Carnival Of Homicide This Thing Is Eating Us Alive Nothing Is Under Your Control Is This The Fall Of Man? Is There No Way We Can Survive? Nothing Is Under Your Control No Gene For Mercy Written In These Bones This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell At The Beginning Of The End Now The Abyss Opens Below Nothing Is Under Your Control Save Your Soul No Control Save Your Soul No Control This Centre Cannot Hold No Control Save Your Soul
