You'll Die Before You Make the Sound

Before you hit the ground
I’ll be on my plane
Before you make the sound
I will go insane
You’re standing here and staring
Annoying and obscene
Your sickness' all your merit
White noise on the screen
I will perform my blitz
It’s not gonna be a battle
On my way to Ritz
Back from the rubble
You’re standing here and staring
Gin-tonic without gin
Stupid shit declaring
Your presence here is mean
There’s nothing I can tolerate
When you are showing up around
You know what is to irritate
You’ll die before you make the sound
And it matters not
Spitfire or G6
I just take my shot
Of blood and anger mixed
I’m rusty in the inside
You’re doing great as well
Fair reason to divide
Our routes to hell
You may trust me now
After all is said
That I do allow
You try the taste of lead
You’re last song is pathetic
Titanic’s violin
Not dare to be daring
Your future’s sheet is clean