I walk through desolation
Beauty removed through desecration
The place where children used to play
Littered with corpses in disarray
The smell of rot clogs the air
As does the smog from fires of despair
Cries of torment
Since this hell began
This is the curtain call
On the existence of man
I view my work and I am pleased
My consuming hatred is appeased
This was my only goal
Smothering humanity has made me whole
Mankind's a disease and I'm cure
Through this destruction the world is made pure
Echoes of pain
Since my work began
This is the curtain call
On the existence of man
Curtain call
Curtain call
Curtain call
On the existence of man