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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