Looking down, what a disaster Was it part of your intentions? After all, you are the master Of this chaos and its creation Hurling up to the heavens The cries of every nation Turning the page, the book closed Final retaliation Head in his hands, the time's at hand He'll make a stand So many tries, hopeless he sighs Gently he cries The time has come to put an end to this charade The mockery of what you planned Of what you made Grieven by hateful crud, great animator Saddened by spilling blood Hopeless creator Launch prepared, awaiting command Warning ignored by masses Masterpiece only sculpted by your hands Into black, ashes to ashes No faith, the final decision Controlled, computerized life No hope, attacks with precision Turn back the hands of time The time's at hand, he makes a stand And gives the command Hopeless he sighs, softly he cries Brings their demise The time has come to put an end to this charade The mockery of what you planned Of what you made Grieven by hateful crud, great animator Saddened by spilling blood Hopeless creator Looking, what a disaster No part of your intentions Show them you are the master So ends civilization Head in his hands, he made a stand And gave the command So many tries, so many sighs, softly he cries The time has come to put an end to this charade The mockery of what you planned Of what you made Grieven by hateful crud, great animator Saddened by spilling blood Hopeless creator