Tekstovi: Battery. Strike.

Many things have been broken
such a lovely crash
this city is in ruins
it wasn't built to last

grind up the rubble
turn it to cement
time to start over
build up my empire again

it goes straight to my head
but my soul is clean
and I am more
than what I seem
I'll break what I like
if I like the sound
I will strike it down

you can't say I didn't warn you
I left nothing to guess
I didn't try to confuse you
got yourself into this mess

it goes straight to my head
but my soul is clean
and I am more
than what I seem
I'll break what I like
if I like the sound
I will strike you down

and you couldn't handle it could you
its not my fault if you're weak
stop trying to tie me down
I need space to breathe I need time to think