time's up kids    welcmoe to the end of the world    i hope you're prepared for war    'cause it's time to put down your books and put up your fists    you search for your peach of mind in this world    but what you find will rot away before your very eyes    everything you worked for, everything you saved, it all means nothing    'cause it's time to fight    it's time to pay the price and the pice is your head    you picked the teams and now it's too late to turn back    times up    welcome to the end of the world    your path of fire and hate has sent you to your grave    crushed by the hand that gave you life    you chose the knife    everything you worked for    everything you saved    it all means nothing    with one foot in the grave    it's the end    it's your time to burn    i stared death down    by chains you're bound    fall to your knees    it's the end of the world!