The Toolbox

I can dig through metals and rocks With the tools from my toolbox In the toolbox Tools of corruption In the toolbox Weapons of mass destruction In the toolbox Your corpse The tools of my trade Into earth you will be laid Look what I have made It’s a waste of time to be afraid I’ll tear through any brigade My tools are my blade No one can come to your aid No one can stop my crusade Like a grenade A tactical raid I break down your barricade Any hope of survival I disintegrate With my tools I sing a serenade As lives go into retrograde This escapade Annihilate your masquerade Your blood on my tools like marinade I drink it like lemonade For years I have surveyed Humanity in downgrade I will throw my shade Until everything has decayed Never again shall the train be delayed My message will be clearly conveyed Memories will fade Of landscapes green like jade The last song has been played The price for peace has been paid The options for a long time against each other I weighed And I ended up a renegade At home you should have stayed At the state of the world you should have been dismayed In the toolbox Tools of corruption In the toolbox Weapons of mass destruction In the toolbox Your corpse I have dug through metals and rocks With the tools from my toolbox