Tear up this straight-jacketed land
Pulverise it to a fine grain of sand
Depart from this comfortable lie
No more will I turn a blind eye.
For fate puts destruction in my hands
So shake off the dust and disband
Away from this sham world, say goodbye
For the new leaf to grow, the old must die.
All the ways have been surveyed and scanned
Round the wide horizon, my view has panned
No creation here can ever truly begin,
No ground is gained without some guilt and sin.
So I must destroy, and I must deny
Sweep the ground low, to later fly high.