[Verse 1]
I grow up in a time that ticks like a bomb
Count down to the moment that we're gone
Mind gone numb from the shit that we've done
So throw a thank you to your administration, nearby
Cast a fucking vote next time
Instead of sitting back and watching time fly by
Eye for an eye 'til were blind all around
War presidents leading us into the ground and
The men with the blood on their beards and the stains of the
War they inflict of the people they slay
C-4 strapped to their chests and their brains
Explosive times
Explosive rain
Fire from the gods
Fall from the clouds
But the fire is the flesh from the people around
Caught up in the midst of their religious fits
Fuck your god and the message that you spit
And fuck the truth that you claim that you speak
All of us
This ain't no fucking topic of the week
This is sleep
This is air
Fundamentals of our life
Threatening our kids and where they sleep now at night
And I don't write for the whites or the blacks, or the blues
The Arabs, or the Jews
It's now time to choose
Where we're gonna wake up
And if we're gonna lose everything we have I
Give the fight to you
[Chorus]
Welcome to the age of the "tick, tick, tick"
Where the "tick, tick, tick" is something big, big, big
About to blow a hole in your soul
Something wrong
Everywhere we go and we face
Caught up in this state of decay
Blinded by the evils of faith
I guess that's just the price that we pay
[Verse 2]
And in this cycle of this life
Everything must die
Everybody has their own time their own moment, chosen
But I don't know who chose it
But fuck it, you're gone now your ghost may be fozen
So when you look back from the energy you'll be
Your human self blown to smithereens
Notice
The man who told the man to go and get himself exploded
Is alive
Eating warrag
Fully loaded
So let slip the dogs of war
Let them rage, let them bark
Let that motherfucker tear them all up before it starts
Violence is violence
You're damn right
But I'd rather be bombing than be on the other side
Ayatollah death with a nuke at his behest
Fuck that
Make a fucking martyr out of them
Let the bomb makers meet their maker
Don't attempt
To empathize with them
These ain't really men
[Chorus]
Welcome to the age of the "tick, tick, tick"
Where the "tick, tick, tick" is something big, big, big
About to blow a hole in your soul
Something wrong
Everywhere we go and we face
Caught up in this state of decay
Blinded by the evils of faith
I guess that's just the price that we pay
[Verse 3]
And with everything to lose
I give my thoughts to you
It's easy because of my external point of view
Only looking in
Finger point pointing out
But it's this same perspective that makes me wanna shout and
Scream
Vent some of this steam that's in me
Stepping on these dreams as fleeting as they seem
Burst a bubble like a bullet to the spleen
Cold lead
That will redefine the mea-ning of life
Live or die
Sit and cry
Watch the time
Watch the eyes of those little kids that you kill for signs
Dollar bills lighting up your eyes
Ghosts in the shadows of the violence of your crimes
The west is just to blame as much as those who claim
That Allah is telling them to murder you and shoot
I don’t bow to any god
But I know this as the truth
Your god isn't the killer
The hate is with you
[Chorus x2]
Welcome to the age of the "tick, tick, tick"
Where the "tick, tick, tick" is something big, big, big
About to blow a hole in your soul
Something wrong
Everywhere we go and we face
Caught up in this state of decay
Blinded by the evils of faith
I guess that's just the price that we pay
