Have we brung our own demise?
Will the planet end at the hands of man?
Will our want for a pleasure cruise
Fan the fuel of our demise?
We always try to watch the skies
For any hint of asteroids
But it seems it's more by our own hand
That will bring about the ends
You've taken half the oil out
Of this engine we call earth
Motor heads know when that light goes on
Seems the temp is on the rise
Hydraulics is a science too
That depends on oils crude
Motor heads know that when a jack's half full
It doesn't seem to hold a lot
And finally we find
Made by our own design
A bomb so big in size
Half a dozen will crack the crust
But hatreds bred before there was Christ
Have waited all these years for the means of their jihad
Have the fanatics have their prayers been granted?
Has the ultimate means of jihad been delivered
Into Satan's hand, never giving peace a chance?