Black Label Society Doomsday, Inc. song lyrics

Holy and high, the engines start to grind

The shotgun speaks the final word

The race to the end, keep killing all that you can

Beneath the ground what can't be heard

Roads paved in flesh, the bombs which have been blessed

The blackout through the doom

The race to the end, keep killing all that you can

The casket which fills the room

Slither with the maggots and the worms below

Warped confusion, mental illness bestowed

An inward view, an outward pass is all you can see

Disillusioned warhead of reality

Gathered for the feast, the tables set for the deceased

How's the dead, no peace, no rest

The race to the end, keep killing all that you can

Doomsday calling till nothin's left