It's a never ending ball of power...
Too much power,
Makes it sour...
3 'o clock,
By the hour...
Thunder hits it,
People cower...
Burning always without shame...
Never write,
It's bleeding name...
Starts to spark,
A towering flame...
This is not,
A freakin' game...
Starts to show its evil smile...
Everyday,
At every mile...
Works real well,
For a child...
Never calm,
Always wild...
Its gates start to crowd around...
I try to scream,
There is no sound...
I punch the steel,
And hit the ground...
Its victims' die,
They're never found...