TORNADO OF SOULS   							  
(by D. Mustaine / D. Ellefson)

This morning I made the call, the one that ends it all,   
hanging up, I wanted to cry, but, dammit, this well's gone dry.
Not for the money, not for the fame,
not for the power, just no more games...

But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado,
I can't replace the lies, that let a 1000 days go.
No more living trapped inside, in her way I'll surely die:
in the eye of the tornado, blow me away!

You'll grow to loathe my name, you'll hate me just the same,
you won't need your breath and soon you'll meet your death.
Not from the years, not from the use,
not from the tears, just self abuse...

But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado,
I can't replace the lies, that let a 1000 days go.
No more living trapped inside, in her way I'll surely die:
in the eye of the tornado, blow me away!

Who's to say,   what's for me to say...
Who's to say,   what's for me to be...
Who's to say,   what's for me to do...
Cause a big nothing it'll be for me!

The land of opportunity, the golden chance for me,
my future looks so bright, now I think I've seen the light...

Can't say what's on my mind, can't do what I really feel.
In this bed I made for me, is where I sleep, I really feel...

I warn you of the fate, proven true to late,
your tongue twist perverse, come drink now of this curse.
And now I fill your brain, I spin you round again,
my poison fills your head, as I tuck you into bed.
You feel my fingertips, you won't forget my lips,   
you'll feel my cold breath: it's the kiss of death!!!