Madness in the mojave
Vengeance creeping in slowly
Take naught for granted
For history repeats its violence
Decimation, laceration, retribution, desolation! (x2)
The silent threat accompanied by vagabonds and thieves
Souls wrenched away in order to stay the fuck alive
Weapons of imagination are at your disposal
Immortality is not given by the gun
Decimation, laceration, retribution, desolation! (x2)
As monsters slash and gnash away at your flesh and organs now
Those suffering from Old World Blues clash with lesser hominids
Currency is gone, replaced with refuse
The game was rigged from the start, so take what you can use
Everything that's not standing
Has been reduced to sand
And now you wish you were also
Taken by the carbonizing hand
War, War never changes.
Survival is a war of attrition that never changes
Not at all!

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