You only recognize a blast too far
From its aim
Specially in the dust
Your accuracy is blamed
In fact, what I did?

Why you react as I bid?
Well, you can count on me, my friend
But only in fairweather
('Till the end of times)

Don't let it blur to feel it
Don't let it blow
You has just begun to see
Why the world is summoning me
The fresh blood isn't purging

(What is meant to)
The meadows are succumbing
(By the streets)
You don't know mayhem
To sleep tight under my sheets

Ready to explode
And make a deathtrack now
Will you wreck me down?
A lot in common, but rubbing too much
Can make sparks sell

A huge massive omen
Will it bring me down?
I'm not prepared to this
But I'm feeling like a fortress
1000 mushroom clouds!