the masses are going to battle   and as we learn from history now   they'll all die tor nothing and nobody even cares      slaughtered in sodom      living your life on a battlefield   where no one knows your name   your head blown off by a thousand guns   to me it makes no sense      rage burning inside, and sometimes it explodes   now I got blood on my hands, I kill tor no reason at all      blood is my fuel, violence an urge and not a goal   in my own private sodom, the bloodshed never ends      two minutes to midnight, everything will go fast   you'll never know what hit you,   but this breath will be your last      god and satan are no opposites   they're one inside your mind   you can worship both or none   it doesn't change who you are   because sodom is a place far away in your mind   where pleasure and pain are united      sodom is here      take my hand and fly away   to the dark realms of ignorance   there's no way you can deny   that you've been ignorant too   in worshipping something that only exists   in your own mind