time's up kids
welcmoe to the end of the world
i hope you're prepared for war
'cause it's time to put down your books and put up your fists
you search for your peach of mind in this world
but what you find will rot away before your very eyes
everything you worked for, everything you saved, it all means nothing
'cause it's time to fight
it's time to pay the price and the pice is your head
you picked the teams and now it's too late to turn back
times up
welcome to the end of the world
your path of fire and hate has sent you to your grave
crushed by the hand that gave you life
you chose the knife
everything you worked for
everything you saved
it all means nothing
with one foot in the grave
it's the end
it's your time to burn
i stared death down
by chains you're bound
fall to your knees
it's the end of the world!