| Song | A View From The End Of The World |
| Artist | Machinae Supremacy |
| Album | A View From The End Of The World |
| I battle with these demons as I toss and turn at night | |
| A bitter taste in my mouth, and then a blast of blinding light | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| 600 years of progress lost because of you | |
| Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse? | |
| I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars, | |
| or even just a world without religious wars | |
| But this bitch ain't stacked in my favor | |
| We race towards the end of days | |
| And while you pave way for your savior, | |
| I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| Still a credit to your ruse, what a beautiful excuse | |
| to never open up your eyes and see the things you lose | |
| Just climb the beanstalk when you die | |
| and meet the giant in the sky | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| [Spoken] | |
| — There goes, look at that bitch go. | |
| Basoosh! | |
| Did it look good? | |
| — Shweet. |
| I battle with these demons as I toss and turn at night | |
| A bitter taste in my mouth, and then a blast of blinding light | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| 600 years of progress lost because of you | |
| Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse? | |
| I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars, | |
| or even just a world without religious wars | |
| But this bitch ain' t stacked in my favor | |
| We race towards the end of days | |
| And while you pave way for your savior, | |
| I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| Still a credit to your ruse, what a beautiful excuse | |
| to never open up your eyes and see the things you lose | |
| Just climb the beanstalk when you die | |
| and meet the giant in the sky | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world | |
| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods | |
| Spoken | |
| There goes, look at that bitch go. | |
| Basoosh! | |
| Did it look good? | |
| Shweet. |