it has to be this way
MAKING THE MOTHER OF ALL OMELETTES HERE JACK CANT FRET OVER EVERY EGGStanding hereI realizeYou are just like meTrying to
make historyBut who's to judgeThe right from wrongWhen our guard is downI think we'll both agreeThat violence breeds violenceBut in the end
it has to be this wayI've carved my own pathYou followed your wrathBut maybe we're both the sameThe world has turnedAnd so many have burnedBut nobody is to blameYet staring across this barren wasted landI feel new life will be bornBeneath the blood stained sandBeneath the blood stained sand