[Mustaine] I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run The finish line for
[Mustaine] Hello me ... Meet the real me And my misfits way of life A dark black past is my Most valued possessions Hindsight is always 20-20 But looking
[Mustaine] You take a mortal man, And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch peoples heads a'roll A'roll... [chorus:] Just like the Pied Piper
[Mustaine] It was just another day It was just another fight It was words strung into sentences It was doomed to not be right There is something wrong
hunt is canned. All are gone, all but one. No contest, nowhere to run. No more left, only one. This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction.