The art of war

Black eyes are what I use to see
Total devastation is the only thing I seek
No progress or evolution for the week
Backhand those bastards across the cheek
Knock down everything standing in the way
Be sure they never breath another day
If they stand up against this war we wage
Run them into the ground cause they�re enemy

We�ll never stop �til everyone is dead
Put a price on everybody�s head
You control the press I�ll control the war
Killing everyone is what we came here for

We�ll take them down just like we did before
Cut them to the ground and leave the blood on the
Floor
If they rise up let them know who we are
The masters of the art of war

Knock it down conceal a darker side
Don�t let them see that all the plans are lies
keep the secrets from their tiny minds
They never know when they got left behind

Butcher everything that keeps them alive
Don�t leave them anything that keeps them alive
Never give them hope of a new day
Just watch them die in a pool of decay